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Jeffrey

By: Wannabeboytoy



Jeffrey Boyd was a simple university student. The young man stood at 6-foot-1, dirty blond hair, a good build and had what some would say 'a face of a model.' He was a few months into his first semester, thus far having a good year. He had a 3.8 GPA and was very happy with his job, friends and new girlfriend, Mary.

Mary seemed to be a gift from God. She had virtually everything that had been missing in all his previous girlfriends. She was a fun girl with a bubbly personality. Mary let him tease her more than any other girl he had dated. The two of them had virtually everything in common. They agreed in sports, movies, and politics and most importantly, they were both Christians and virgins. Although, they had both had oral sex on many occasions. During high school, Jeff was abstinent. But less than a year ago, he realized that abstinence was a waste of time to himself. So he decided that once he met the right girl to lose his virginity to, he would go through with it. He wanted it to be special.

One flaw to Mary may have been that while her body was really well fit, her face wasn't that cute. But Jeff had made the decision that it would be perfect with her. Jeff had never liked anyone more than Mary. 

Jeff walked up to his university quad. It was an open area with many students relaxing and talking between classes. Jeffrey made his way over to his friends and there was Mary. She emerged from the group and gave him peck on the lips with a smile.

"Hey sweetie! How's your day been?" she asked with sincerity. Jeff liked that about her too. She actually cared about how he felt almost more than her own current state.

"It's been good so far, but now it's getting even better." He hinted at her being the cause. 

Mary smiled and leaned in close, "Why are you so good to me?" the most common question she asked him.

"Because you're so good to me. You deserve it anyway." Jeff was actually getting tired of answering that question. It was getting far too repetitive. She held him as he held her and leaned in and kiss him hard. 

"Well just so you know, I really appreciate it." She kissed him again. "I got to go to class now."

"I know."

"I know you know. It's good to see you in between classes like this. You help me get through my day." This was the extent of their relationship so far. When they weren't teasing or kissing, or the foreplay that comes after the kissing, they were complimenting each other. Jeff wondered if they were going to get through everything in the English dictionary by the end of the month. 

"Ditto." He replied with a smile that was returned by Mary with another kiss. Mary returned to their group of gathered friends and retrieved her bag.

The auburn hair-colored girl kissed her boyfriend one last time before saying goodbye. "Call me later?"

"Of course."

Jeff's girl smiled and trotted of happily. Jeff started walking over to his friends. He was thankful to be out of high school, so that he avoided the immature friends who would make fun of him being too lovey-dovey with Mary. He partially sat on the bricks that were around some of the quad plants. Jeffrey was a little on the outer edge of the group.

"Hey Jeff," he turned his head, "be careful today. Rita is here." His buddy Justin made him aware.

Rita was a complication. She was before Mary, but Jeff had never gotten with her or gone out on a date. The girl had dropped out of school so that she could work more often and get more money. Jeff and Rita liked each other quite a bit at one time. They had a lot in common. The problem was that Rita had a reputation for being a slut. Though Jeff's friends called her a whore. But whenever Jeff was interested in someone, he always decided that he would be the judge. After all, it was his opinion that mattered most. 

The one thing that kept Jeff the most interested in Rita were her breasts. They were a natural DD cup; bigger than Mary's and Jeff was indeed a breast-man. Mary's were nothing to complain about, a C cup. They just weren't Rita's. But Mary had Rita beat in the physically fit department. Rita had an ass and a pair of legs that were a little over the top proportionally to her boobs. 

Jeffrey, much like what he was doing with Mary, didn't need his girlfriend to be a perfect model that made him salivate, he just needed her to make him happy. And Rita had the potential. The two had made it clear that they liked each other. However, one night when things were moving along and Jeff was on the verge of kissing her things went wrong. He had taken her to a party. Rita was being a little anti-social and it was getting on his nerves. Later in the party, she finally became social, but it was too social. Rita was kissing another guy with Jeff in plain view. It then became obvious to Jeff that her reputation was indeed doing her justice. He cut off their relationship that night before it ever got started. 

She was not happy about it. Rita felt that what she had done was perfectly okay and that Jeff was way overreacting. But Jeff just didn't have the heart to tell her the real reason was her sluttish lifestyle, and that she wasn't the girl for him. They had an argument and she told him never to call her again which was fine with Jeff.

Back to the present, it was now around five months after that incident and Jeff figured if he saw her and unless she approached him, then he would honor her wishes and not talk to her. But his mind flashed to her breasts. They truly were magnificent. She also had a cuter face than Mary with make-up. He wished to himself that he could switch Rita's top half of her body with Mary's, then Mary would be perfect. 

"Hello Jeffrey." Rita was in front of him. She said his full first name with a hint of loathing, but there was also regret and sultriness in her voice as well. Jeff turned his head around and stood up slowly as if he had somewhere to be, but he looked at his former love-interest. 

Rita had her black hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked good. But more importantly was her waistline. The slut had lost a lot of weight. It was just the right amount of weight too. Her legs and ass were now directly proportional to her massive boobs. She encased her lower half with a pair of tight black stretchable pants. Heels were on her feet, which didn't make sense to Jeff, but it worked. Her jugs were only partially covered by a tight long sleeve red shirt that put a lot of focus on her cleavage. To top it all off, she wore a necklace with a fairy pendant dangling right above the valley between her tits. 

"Hi Rita." Jeff said with surprise, as he looked her up and down. "You've lost weight."

"I know." She replied with her hands on her hips. It looked to Jeff as though she was pushing her tits out towards him more, trying to get him to down at them. 

"How'd you do it?" he said while resisting the temptation to keep glancing at her cleavage.

"Exercise and a more balanced diet." She stated like the know-it-all she claimed to be. Rita seemed to be closer to Jeff than when the conversation started.

"Well, you look good." Jeff said honestly. That was one of his biggest problems. He couldn't help but be honest virtually all the time. The only time he lied was to make someone feel better, but even then it wasn't easy. Both Mary and Rita knew this. Little did Jeff know, but Rita was intending on using this to her advantage.

"So, I hear that you're dating Mary." Her breasts were less than an inch from his chest now. Mary and Rita knew one another, but neither was fond of the other and Jeff knew this.

"She's my girlfriend." Jeff replied with a half smile as if to say 'Ha!'

Both Jeff and Rita looked over at the rest of their mutual friends. All but two were gone and the last ones were gathering their things to go. The others must have gone to class or home. Rita stared into Jeff's eyes with a look of intent. 

"You know I never would've put you two together."

"Oh really?" Jeff asked wondering if she was just trying to make him feel bad.

"She just doesn't seem like your kind of girl." She stepped into him and pushed her tits into his lower chest. Jeff was surprised by this and lightly stumbled back against the low brick wall. Rita put her hands on his arms to balance him but he just sat down. Her hands moved up to his shoulders right as he sat down in that instant. She moved in closer between his legs. "Look..." she raised the bottom of her shirt, "Since I lost weight I was finally able to get my navel pierced. What do you think?"

She brought one hand to the back of his head while the other started to make circles around her belly button and her shining silver and gold stud. Jeff was so shocked by all this that he was motionless. Rita the whore was obviously trying to seduce him, even though he had a girlfriend. But at the same time he was becoming hypnotized. Rita began moving both her hands through the back of his hair, her tight shirt stayed above her navel. 

Jeff was near putty in Rita's hands. She had made the decision to seduce and bed him once she heard that he was with Mary. Then she would probably add him to her list of fuck-buddies. But she didn't think it would be this easy. 

"Do you like my piercing? My navel?" she asked, expecting an honest answer.

"It's very nice." Jeff practically gulped.

"Do you think it's sexy?" 

"Yes, I'd have to admit that." Jeff looked up to her, over her peaks. "What are you doing Rita?"

"Do you like my tits, Jeffrey? You look like you do."

"They're... er... not... bad." His honesty was once again getting the best of him.

"Are they better than Mary's?" 

It was the make or break question. Jeff thought about it for a few seconds then realized that Mary was still his girlfriend and this was not what he really wanted. 

"I gotta go." He said while jumping up and pushing her back with his body. This was a mistake since Jeff hadn't noticed that he was rock hard. 

"Oh I see you do. Hmmm." She looked down at his dick and licked her lips so that he would see. Jeff began to hurry away. "Where do you think you're running off to?"

"I need to use the restroom." Jeff wished he could just go home, but he had a class in 45 minutes. He nearly scampered off, but walked as steadily as he could and adjusted his hard penis in his pants. 'That was a close one.' He thought. 'Damn she got hot! Now Rita is hotter and more voluptuous than Mary. But I can't cheat on Mary and what's more is that I'm a virgin, and I am not losing it to that whore, even if she is hot.'

Rita eyed her prey as he ran off. She knew exactly where he was going. 

Jeff was serious about going to the restroom, although he didn't actually intend on using it. He needed to clear his head, maybe the sperm from his balls, but more importantly get away from Rita the whore. 

He walked into what he thought was the cleanest yet most isolated bathroom on campus, so that he could have more time to himself if he needed it. Jeff opened the stall, hung his backpack on the hook and sat down on the toilet. He was still hard and he really needed to take care of it. The now sexually frustrated student undid his pants and lowered them with his boxers. Jeff Boyd had never done this outside of his home, but desperate times call for desperate situations. 

Jeff wrapped his hand around his hard-on and began to pull on it. He closed his eyes and thought of his usual fantasy girls, then Mary. But then Rita's tits popped into his head and that really got him fired up. He jerked almost twice as fast as before while he pictured her bouncing up-and-down on his fuck-stick. 

Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Jeff stopped what he was doing and held his breath, trying to slow down his breathing to avoid an embarrassing moment. He then heard the sound of heels on the cold, hard floor. They stopped and he could hear someone bending over to check if it was he in the stall. 

"I'd recognize those shoes anywhere." Rita said. Jeff was still wearing the same shoes he had when he and Rita almost dated. "What are you doing in there, Jeffrey?"

"I should ask you the same thing. This is the men's bathroom." He still sounded out of breath.

"That may be, but I put a sign on the door that says 'Toilet leaking. Bathroom closed' on it, so that no one will disturb us."

'Dammit!' thought Jeff. 'She's always been clever. But she is not going to seduce me. And I'll stay in this stall all day if I have to.'

The door to the stall swung open nearly hitting him in the face. There stood Rita the whore, looking as voluptuous as ever. 

"How'd you get the door open?" 

Rita showed Jeff the side of the door and the latch that was non-existent. Jeff was so distracted that he never saw it. But then again, it was there the other day.

"I took care of this earlier today, as well as the realistic sign that I made. I've been planning this for a while." She moved closer to the exposed Jeff. 

He was terrified of what they might do and didn't think to pull his pants up. "How'd you know I would come in here?" 

"You think no one pays attention to what you do? I watched your every move while we liked each other. I had you figured from head-to-toe." Rita placed her legs on the sides of Jeff's; his cock was below her pant-covered pussy. 

"So you think you know exactly what I'll do in this situation, huh?" Jeff asked, about to push her into the wall and run away. 'But her tits are so huge.'

"Of course I do. I was a psychology major. And I have done this enough times to even know how a virgin reacts."

"How'd you know I was a virgin?" 

"Please, I told you I watched your every move. It was easy to see." 

Jeff had always been proud of the fact that no one could tell if he was a virgin or not, including Mary, but so much for that. 

"Rita, I don't want to do this. I am not going to do this!" he stated while still sitting with his cock out in the open and the whore above him.

"Oh but you do! I know that. And you will know it soon enough. But I don't want to make you do anything that you don't feel like doing. I just want to talk to you right now." Jeff looked at Rita with a confused, quizzical expression on his face. She then lowered her ass and backed away from him, causing the inside of his cock to rub her pants against her vagina. Then she leaned back on the wall facing him. "What I mean is, I may have dropped out of school, but it's only temporary. I intend to come back next semester and renew my major, but this time I'm going to have an edge."

"And what the hell kind of edge are you going to have?"

"I'm going to have the benefit of the experience with a patient."

"What the hell are you talking about?" this really wasn't making any sense to Jeff. 

"Let's talk about Mary. Now I can see that you're already in a relaxed position so I'll get right to it. Jeffrey, tell me about Mary."

'What the hell?!?! Has she lost her mind? She couldn't actually be serious could she?' Jeff thought. Maybe he would agree to this, but not with Rita, not about Mary and certainly not in the campus bathroom with his cock out in thin air. Jeff looked at her, and then he glanced at her tits and the rest of her body. It still didn't make any sense. But he figured as long as he didn't tell her anything bad about Mary, since there wasn't, then he could humor Rita. Also, it gave him a chance to stare some more at her juicy body.

"Alright, what do you want to know, Doc?" he said with a chuckle while reaching down to pull up his pants.

"Leave them down." She ordered. "I'm the doctor and I know what's best."

Jeff thought about it for a second, and then figured whatever. He was proud of his size, 8 in. "Alright Rita. Since you seem to know me so well." He rested his hands on his knees.

"How're things with Mary?" 

"They're great. Never been happier."

"Does she know that you're a virgin like she is?" she could even tell that she was one too. This surprised Jeff again because he didn't know for sure until Mary told him.

"Yes she does." This was a time when Jeff could've lied with a straight face, but thought that it was possible that Rita might know that he was lying and call him on it. So he figured, 'what the hell.'

"And are you two planning on doing anything about that?" 

"No, we haven't discussed it or anything." Jeff lied. But he was cheering on the inside. That was the best, most believable lie he ever told.

"Liar! Tell me the truth!"

"That is the truth. We've only been dating for 4 months."

"I know when you're lying. And I saw you two together today. You've done more than discuss it, you two have made a decision. And judging by your happiness and eagerness to lose your virginity, I'd say she's gonna give it up to you."

"Wow Rita! I gotta hand it to you. You really know your stuff. No wonder you want to major in psychology. You've got a real knack for it. Just lay off the stalker stuff, not very good for doctor and patient relationships." Jeff waited for a reply.

"I liked your teasing better than your insults."

"Most people like jokes better than insults. That's common sense."

Now Rita knew why she had to have him. He really was smarter than she thought. Jeff was tougher to bring down than she had anticipated. And even harder was the fact that he had a girlfriend. But a girl wants what she can't have. Then she wondered if she could use his thoughts of Mary to her advantage. There was a possibility that since he had never had sex that he could have a wild side. It would explain why he was ever interested in Rita in the first place. 

She walked up to him slowly as she spoke, "I remember when you would tease me. And how I would tease you." Jeff remembered it too. Although, the way she would tease would be sexually. But even then it wasn't as direct as she was being now. Rita dropped to her knees. "You have a big cock, Jeffrey. You need to put it to better use." 

Rita took hold of his now harder penis and began moving her hand up and down on it. Jeff moved his hands to move hers off of him and stand up but she pushed his legs down with her elbows and slapped away at both his hands with one of hers. "Tsk, tsk. Remember, Dr. Rita knows what's best. Especially for your cock, your big, thick hard COCK..."

Rita had long fake red-painted fingernails. They curved just enough at the tip. Jeff stared at them as her fingers moved up-and-down on his foreskin. The sensation was incredible. The whore moved her hand in just the right way. She spit on his cock to slick it up and then her tempo increased.

"How far have you gone with your girlfriend, Mary?" she asked looking deep into his eyes.

"Not that far. Oh... you should stop. I can't do this to her." Jeff's head fell back and forth. He tried to think of something else. He tried to think of Mary, which worked before, but now Rita's body in his mind replaced his girlfriend's face. 'Rita's tits, they're so wonderfully massive!' he thought and looked down at them. They were still covered by her shirt as they rubbed against his thighs in her motion, but it was obvious now that she wasn't wearing a bra with her nipples threatening to poke through the red fabric. 

Rita moved her head above Jeff's cock-head and let her spit ooze out of her mouth and off her tongue. It traveled down to his penis in her hands, allowing her to pick up the pace of her jerking once again. She noticed Jeff looking at her ripe melons. 

"Tell me how far you've gone with Mary, Jeffrey. Tell me now." 

"The farthest we've gone is... she gave... oh god... she gave me head."

"Did you cum?" Rita smiled. She knew she had him now; the whore was going to have her prize.

"No... We were interrupted. Didn't... have... time... to finish." Jeff was growing more and more in Rita's hands as she rotated between them, and he was running out of breath. 

"You didn't answer my question earlier today Jeffrey. Who has better tits? Me or your precious girlfriend, Mary?" it was the make or break question again. Jeff looked at Rita, and then to her jugs. She rose up on her knees to give him a better view. They looked so good in her tight shirt. The cleavage made Jeff want to cum between the two big orbs of white flesh.


Jeffrey



On call nearly all of his waking hours, Jeffrey is the humble servant of a one of the richest families in Bel Air, California. Over the years he has developed a rather saucy attitude toward his job. Although he is dedicated to this family, he often lets loose with some of the best one liners in history. However, one could say this is how he maintains his sanity, putting up with the family's needs and antics. As an African American employee of a family of the same persuasion, he does not necessarily give an air of distinction, other than the generous salary he receives. He is adamant about going off duty at 9 PM and having his one day off each week because he knows that his good service to this family entitles him to it. He walks away into his own modest indulgences when the bell rings, so to speak. However, it is Friday and this weekend the family has plans, all except for Hilary of course. She is still in mourning over the loss of her fiancé. She will be remaining at home. He will get the weekend off anyway, starting late this afternoon, and all the way until Monday morning. He is thrilled at the opportunity to perhaps take in a show, or even just sleep in. Because of this, he has that extra spring in his step this afternoon.

"I don't care Will...Carlton, be on your best behavior up there," Philip warns.

"Well Dad, the ski slopes are open late for night skiing, however if we get up there early enough we'll be snug in bed on time and rested for the next day, right Will?" Carlton says.

Will looks around knowing he is going to cause his uncle's blood to boil but he can't help his mannerisms. He has never held back and doesn't see any reason to start.

"Early to bed maybe. But I dunno 'bout early to sleep...Know what I'm sayin?" He says to Carlton, "Yeah you know...well maybe not."

"Well I like to read before I sleep," Carlton says, obviously not catching on, "Sometimes if I stop in a particularly good part it's hard for me to doze off."

"That's cool," Will says as he put his hands on Carlton's shoulder, "Yep...all the more honeys for me."

"Just be careful Will," Philip adds.

"And don't bring anything back with you that would require washing all the linens in the house," Jeffrey sasses.

"Yo G," Will grins, "Come with us. You've been around. Could probably teach Carlton a few moves."

"Well I would like him to teach me the Ruy Lopez opening Chess move so I can use it in Chess club. That would really shock them," Carlton says.

"Somehow I don't think that's the move he had in mind, Master Carlton," Jeffrey adds.

"Well anything you can teach me would be great," Carlton says with enthusiasm.

"He's a blank slate man," Will chuckles, "You sure you won't come along?"

"I thank you Will, but I plan to catch up on some reading, and take in a show," Jeffrey answers.

"Ok man," Will shrugs.

"Philip, I'm ready," Vivian announces as she enters the kitchen.

"Woah Aunt Viv!" Will remarks about her obvious taste in outfits.

"Thank you Will," she smiles.

"Ready," Philip says as he stands up from the table.

"Yo, Uncle Phil, you not gonna finish that?" Will grins looking down at a half finished meal, "Feeling alright?"

"Feeling good enough to tell you to stay here for the weekend," Philip counters.

"Well I, you..." Will stutters, "Hey, good choice...save room for all the good foods on...the airplane...yeah."

"Sir, do you want me to save this for you," Jeffrey asks, "I know it's your favorite."

"No Jeffrey," Philip answers, then thinks for a moment, "Well yes...save it."

"Heaven forbid any food gets wasted in this house," Jeffrey sasses.

"Come on Philip," Vivian coaxes as she walks toward the front door, "Jeffrey please look in on Hilary once in a while."

"Ok ok," Philip says as he hurries along.

"Yes madam," Jeffrey answers.

The kids and Jeffrey say their goodbyes as the parents leave the house. As soon as the Taxi begins to drive away, Will begs Carlton to hurry along too. In his impatience, it only takes him a moment to drag him by the ear to the garage. The family Mercedes soon speeds out of the driveway. Jeffrey breathes a sigh of relief. He knows he will probably have to fix a meal for Hilary at least once this weekend but he had been told to take the weekend off. He has every intention to do so.

The high paid butler hums a happy tune as he does a quick cleanup of the kitchen and heads up the stairs to put on some casual attire in order to enjoy a few hours out at the pool. He intends to enjoy every minute of his weekend. First though climbing the stairs to Hilary's room, he knocks lightly on the door.

"Miss Hilary," he says softly, "Might I prepare something for you?"

"No Jeffrey," was all she says, but as he was walks away she speaks again, "Thank you though."

"If you need anything Miss Hilary I will be resting near the pool, but can stop anytime if you get hungry," Jeffrey adds.

"Thanks," she says quietly.

Jeffrey sighs as he walks toward his room. He feels bad for her, but Mrs. Banks thinks she needs to be left alone until she is ready to move on or at least talk about it. He understands this, but after being this family's right hand for so long, it's difficult to sit back and wait.

Upon returning to his room, Jeffrey carefully puts away his uniform in order to change into some swimming shorts. Leaving his room he grabs a towel and a T-shirt that Will got him last Christmas that says, 'Home butler' on it, and heads outside. Grabbing the Wall Street Journal sitting on the breakfast table he exits the back kitchen door. Upon reaching the pool, he finds the most comfortable lounge chair, sits down and opens the newspaper. A big relaxed smile forms on his face.

Jeffrey thumbs through the newspaper aimlessly. Realizing that he is off duty, it doesn't seem to hold his interest. Tossing the paper beside him on the cement surrounding this fine in-ground pool, he closes his eyes a moment and sighs, enjoying the time off. But suddenly he remembers an indulgence he does not get often. Looking over at the pool, he smiles knowing it seems so inviting, mainly because he sees it as unavailable to him when the house is full of people. He has been told to use it any time he is off duty, but it has always seemed most inappropriate. 

Standing up, he stretches, then slowly lowers himself into the pool. Under water in an instant, he comes back up closing his eyes as he paddles backward. Thinking lazily, he remarks inwardly that he might have to take this indulgence more often during his off time. But just as he begins to enjoy his time, things begin to change.

"Miss Hilary!" he exclaims as he submerges himself up to his neck.

His reaction is as much of a surprise at her presence as it is with what she is wearing. Rarely paying any attention to the pool while he is working, he doesn't notice what his employers wear out here. Instinctively and without thinking, he looks her over. Standing before him casting a shadow in what he thinks is a very nice red two piece bathing suit, she speaks to him.

"Oh Jeffrey, you're going to give yourself a heart attack or something," She snaps.

"My apologies Miss Hilary," He says politely and reaches for his towel, "I shall retire to my room, as you are now here to enjoy the pool."

"Oh Jeffrey I don't care if you're here," She says and walks over to another lounge chair, "Even you need a day off."

"Most kind Miss Hilary," He says, shrugging off her attitude, "But it would be inappropriate."

"No, it's ok," She replies quickly.

"Only as long as I will not impose on your relaxation," He says.

"Actually Jeffrey, I wouldn't mind the company," Hilary sighs.

"Alright Miss Hilary," He says as he nervously exits the pool.

Jeffrey, always being in his uniform around the family is uncomfortable in just swim trunks. Feeling severely underdressed around someone who can order him around at will is unnerving. He likes to be at his best around them as a sign of respect. Quickly grabbing his towel, he dries off, and puts it over his shoulders with utmost haste. Attempting to compose himself, he then sits down quickly and tries to again read the newspaper.

"Uh," Hillary scolds, "Jeffrey, you're going to hurt something if you move that fast. I hope you don't do it all the time. You're going to lose your hair like that."

"Thank you for your concern Miss Hilary," He says, "But it is part of my duty to convey a degree of dignity as well as professionalism."

"Dignity?" She blurts out, "Will would say that walking around without a shirt is dignified. You know, he might say, 'showin off' for the honeys, know what I'm sayin' Yah you know."

"Ha ha! That's most amusing Miss Hilary," Jeffrey laughs.

"Jeffrey I don't care if you let loose once in a while," She says, "That means you'll be around longer to make me sandwiches."

"Of course. Honest as usual Miss Hilary," He says, "But it's best that I keep as many clothes on around the family as possible."

"I guess," Hilary says.

Jeffrey can't help but notice what seems like a hint of disappointment. He thinks about it a moment then chalks it up to mourning and depression. She doesn't know what she is saying, or he has read too much into it. Mr. Banks has been making comments lately about her attitude and that she isn't herself. He decides to shrug it off as just another example of that.

"You know it look Trevor two months to feel comfortable enough around me to take his shirt off. We would go to the beach and he would leave it on," Hilary said.

"Some people have a natural measure of modesty. It's not unusual," He says.

"You know it took longer for him to feel comfortable taking his shirt off than it did for him to show the rest to me," Hilary admits.

"Miss Hillary I perhaps should not be privy to that information," Jeffrey says.

"Oh yeah like no one in this house knew about us," She says, "I'm an adult, hello!"

"Yes Miss Hilary but I do not think they wish to hear about it," He says.

"Yeah your right I guess," She says, "Still I miss...his shower. The way he loved to look at me put a smile on my face. He was so polite, and would never touch me any place until he had kissed me first."

Jeffrey looks over at her. Suddenly he figures he can almost imagine her in a shower, washing herself. It really isn't that difficult since she is sitting in a rather attractive and small two piece. Not realizing he is gazing at her, he then stops out of embarrassment.

"I um," He starts.

"Then after we touched, I was so...satisfied. Oh you have no idea," She says, "Dammit I miss that."

"Hmm," Jeffrey mutters as his eyes fixate on her again.

"It hurts just to think about how good it feels to make love," She sighs, "Maybe never again will it be that...good."

"I'm ahem," Jeffrey grunts as he sat up quickly, "I um I'm sure you will find another eventually."

Nervously Jeffrey decides to let her keep talking. The words are most inappropriate, but this is the most she has opened up about her loss since it happened. He knows that if he were to shut her down now, she might take weeks to open up again. Caring a great deal about all of his employers, he will do this for her.

"I can't be serious Jeffrey," she says, holding back tears, "What if I lose someone again like that?"

"Do you really want to think that way?" Jeffrey asks softly.

"No, but I am afraid to lose someone again," She sobs.

Jeffrey became tempted to comfort her like he did when she bumped her head one time as a child. He even starts to go to her but thinks better of it. It's inappropriate. He wrestles to get his own feelings under control and stands knowing he has used that word, 'inappropriate' in his own thoughts quite often this afternoon.

"I...I'll go get you a drink Miss Hilary," He says as he starts for the kitchen door.

"I...please just," She starts to say as she stands, "I just...you know no one has offered to just give me a hug."

"It would be most inappropriate," He says.

"Jeffrey," She says as she tries to approach him.

"Miss," He sighs as he starts to back away.

Instead of resisting, Jeffrey reluctantly puts his arms out, and she immediately comes over and wails into his shoulder. Trying his best, he comforts her without compromising her space. She latches onto him tightly. Soon though, her cries give way to sobs, then whimpers, and eventually a long sigh.

"Sorry," She whispers as she looks at him.

"Not at all Miss Hillary," He says softly.

After a few seconds, Hilary pulls away and just looks at him. For a few moments she just seems to want to say something. To Jeffrey it looks like more of a compulsion than anything else. He has never seen this sort of attitude from her before and is at a loss with what to do. Just as she starts to walk away, she turns again.

"You came out here to relax, Jeffrey," She says as she approached him, "I am not going to be the reason why you can't. You were all casual. Get relaxed again or I can go back to my room so that you can."

"Oh Miss Hillary I can't," He starts.

"Fine I have to go to my room then so you can be you on your day off," She says as she starts to walk toward the house.

"Miss Hillary wait," He says remembering Madam Vivian and her request to 'humor' Hillary for a while.

Jeffrey nervously pulls the towel from around his head and held it at his side. Looking at her he sighs with embarrassment. Hillary quickly snatches it out of his hand and smiles heavily. He knows he will have to endure the embarrassment for a while longer in order to see her smile and even relax again.

"Make me a drink," she snaps as she heads back over to her lounge chair, but turns and speaks again, "And yourself too."

"Very good," He says and heads for the kitchen.

As Jeffrey reaches the refrigerator and opens it, he knows that there are many choices here. He can't quite understand why he didn't think of that before. He knows all too well. Heading back out to ask her what she wants, he stopped a moment as he saw her adjusting the cushion of the lounge chair and brushing it off. She has it flat out and is on her knees, with her hands brushing the surface off. Jeffrey stared at the back end of her bent over in her small bathing suit. He knows full well that he would never have done this under normal circumstances but, all her talk, then being hugged. It got to him a little. He begins to gaze at her wiggling back and forth as she brushes off the cushion. If he had been younger, and not under her family's employ, he might react differently. But he knows his place. Temporarily losing himself, looking at her young, trim form bent over he froze in position and didn't even notice that she had sat down.

"Jeffrey what are you doing?" Hilary calls out as she sees him.

There is a slight smile on her face and he doesn't answer for a moment. Still lost in thought, the words do not reach him right away.

"My apologies for the intrusion. What would you like to drink?" He tries to cover as he takes a few steps outside.

"Oh...can you make one of those Strawberry malt things?" She asks.

"Yes Miss Hilary," He says.

As Jeffrey turns to go back into the house, he sees for just a second a smile on Hillary's face. He turns back for a second in double take to see that it changes into a very sultry stare for just a moment until she looks down at her magazine. Jeffrey becomes a bit nervous at the sudden change, but decides to shrug it off as just more odd behavior. He quickly goes back over to fix the drinks.

"Damn," He mutters to himself, "How much am I supposed to humor her? I should come up with some degree of subterfuge and go back to my room and let her be alone."

Finishing up, Jeffrey sighs and with drinks in hand goes back out to deliver his usual excellence. When he reaches the lounge chair, he sees that she isn't there. He looked over to see her swimming in the pool, then looks back quickly as he set the drink down for her. But his eyes widen as he sees both pieces of her bathing suit sitting in the lounge chair. Instinctively he turns to look at her. She smiled and waved her hand.

"Miss Hilary," He speaks to her in a downward pitch of warning as he turns to face a different direction.

"What's wrong Jeffrey?" she smiles.

"You happen to be devoid of your bathing suit Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says, "If there is nothing else I will retire."

"Don't tell me you wouldn't do it if you were alone here," She says quickly as she swims to the edge of the pool closest to him.

"I most certainly would not," Jeffrey answers quickly.

"Inappropriate?" Hilary says.

"Of course," He answers.

"So you probably wouldn't want to look out at the pool every Saturday morning around two then I guess," She snaps.

"If I happened to see it, I would categorically deny it, for your dignity, Miss Hilary," He says.

"When you got done looking that is," Hilary smiles.

"I would not do such a thing," Jeffrey says.

"Miss Hilary," he says with a disgusted tone, "I'm going to my room to watch Masterpiece Theatre."

"Oh Jeffrey stay here for a while," She says softly, "Please."

"Miss Hilary, my employ with this family does not stipulate engaging in this sort of behavior," Jeffrey says.

"You're right of course," Hilary sighs as she puts her hands up on the edge of the pool, "There probably isn't a hang out with the employer's nude twenty something daughter near the pool, clause."

"If there were, I never would have signed it," he adds nervously, knowing he probably needs to keep humoring her, "I will sit over here at the table."

"Don't tell me you have never cheated just a little during your time here," She smiles, "What about that bottle of wine you took from the reserve last Christmas?"

"I replaced that bottle with another, the following week. I even informed Mr. Banks," Jeffrey defends with irritation as he turns his chair away from the pool."

"Oh," Hilary says dryly, "I guess that can sort of prove my point that you need to live a little."

"Living a little, Miss Hilary does not constitute being here at this moment, but I am indulging you this for now," He answers.

"Plus your theater show isn't on til nine," She smirks.

"True, so let's talk about your plans Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says, "Do you require anything the rest of this weekend?"

"I might," Hilary answers, "Actually I sort of require it."

"How may I assist you?" He asks.

As Jeffrey asks the question he is hopeful for an answer that will clearly define his duties to her this weekend. He figures that if he gets a clear definition of his duties to her, he might be able to set some parameters as to the time he needs to be around her. The situation is uncomfortable for him to say the least. But it is for a few reasons. He is loyal to his employers and this sort of behavior is not consistent with his level of professionalism. The other reason being, that he can't help finding her attractive, and being without for so long, he finds his mind wandering a bit. Fighting it off, he sees it as intolerable. 

"Bring me a towel?" Hilary asks.

"Yes Miss Hilary," Jeffrey answers as he stands and glances over to see that she is still in the pool.

Jeffrey reaches for a towel on a shelf beside the table. Turning slightly as to not look directly at her, he kneels down to pass her the towel. As she reaches for it, he feels her wet hand pass over his. He smiled slightly at the sensation as he feels her pull the towel from her hand. But she doesn't move her hand.

"Come in Jeffrey," Hilary says softly as she grasps his hand from over the top.

"I cannot, Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says, clearing his throat.

"No one is here," She smiles as she lifts herself in the pool to expose her chest.

Hillary takes her hand and presses it against his cheek, moving his head in her direction. He looks at her nervously as she smiles at him. Frozen like a deer in headlights, he stares into her eyes. For a moment, he became lost in them, and with the attention she is giving him.




Jeffrey



"Join me," She says as she starts to pull him toward the pool.

"I'm flattered Miss Hilary, but to put it plainly, you are in mourning," Jeffrey says slowly, "You don't know what you are doing."

"Yeah if this was a month ago or probably a week from now, I wouldn't be like this," Hilary says, "But I need the fun. I felt like I was going to die. Would it be better if I was out going to bars, clubs, or other crummy places down in Burbank or something?"

"Miss Hilary, you loathe going to the valley," Jeffrey says.

"You miss the point," She says, then smirks, "Well yeah I don't like the valley. No good shoe stores. Wait, you are still missing the point."

"What is the point Miss Hilary?" Jeffrey sighs.

"Having fun," Hillary answers as she moves her hand up his leg, "Something we will both probably regret, but can live with anyway."

"You're not asking what you seem to be asking." He says.

"Think for yourself," She says as her hand reaches the top of his leg.

"Miss," Jeffrey starts as she gently pulls him over to the pool.

As Jeffrey is pulled along, he has no choice but to put his feet into the pool to avoid tumbling in. Hillary smiles as she looks up at him, with her hand still on his leg. He feels his own physical reaction to the attention and knows he is on a dangerous path. Becoming engulfed in her attention, he does not move, but internally damns himself for not walking away. With his own self imposed strict rules under the Bank's employ does have disadvantages during a time like this. His tightly controlled male needs suddenly enflame like a brush fire.

"I won't tell," Hilary whispers as her soft fingers scrape the skin on his leg.

"But how would we live with this afterward Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says with a soft tone, and then changes it with a sudden dose of reality, "Why did I say that with consideration? I'm really not feeling myself."

"Feel me then, all around you," Hillary whispers as her hand reaches inside his loose fitting swim trunks.

"You're suggesting?" Jeffrey starts as he felt movement on the front of his shorts.

"Do it now, regret it later sort of thing," Hillary says as her hand reaches the front of his shorts.

Hilary looks into his eyes as her hands begin to fumble with the thin Velcro opening. Gazing upon him with a lustful expression, she makes her intentions known. Remarking inwardly that she has never seen swim trunks with a Velcro front, she smiles thinking of the advantage it is giving her at this moment. Reaching inside, she grabs him and pulls him out through the opening. Jeffrey even with his nervous expression is offering no resistance. But she can see it in his eyes that he is struggling with his conscience. Looking down her eyes widen.

"Oh Jeffrey," She says as she wraps both hands around him, noticing that even with that grip there is still plenty visible.

"I don't know why this is happening, I feel ashamed," He says.

"But you need it as much as I do. You want it," Hilary says.

"I am in violation of," He starts.

"Yes of course you are," Hilary says as she lowers herself and kisses his shaft gently, "My God it's big."

"I will regret this won't I, Miss," Jeffrey starts to say, but is unable to.

"Me too," Hilary says as she wraps her mouth around him and pushes him in slowly.

Jeffrey watches as she exhibits a lot more skill than he would have expected. As her head moves up and down, he feels her tongue swirl around in just the right spot. He can't help but deduce that she is no stranger to this. Suddenly he wonders why he is analyzing this like some sort of critique, especially with such feeling that he has never experienced before. He knows with this activity, he has given it before to a woman, but has ever received. As he watches her lick his impressive length from top to bottom he knows that he has missed out on a lot over the years.

"Oh my Miss Hilary," Jeffrey utters as he watches her take as much of him as she can.

"My God, you will have to be easy at first," Hilary gasps as she pulls back.

"You mean you want to," Jeffrey starts.

"And so do you," Hilary says as she begins to pull on his shorts.

"I feel so dammed," Jeffrey says as he lifts himself up so that she can pull his shorts off. Tossing them to the side she smiles as he sits on the hard cement pool side.

Hilary wastes no time and begins stroking his length as she kisses his wrinkled sack. Extending her tongue she laps underneath, then works her way up while watching him squirm a little. She can never be in love with him, but with consequences later she can have her lust, and so can he.

So much misery and pain lately has left Hilary a little crazy. She didn't plan on this happening today until she got to the pool. It just came to her. She knows it's not right, but at the same time needs it so badly. Grief, mixed with a crazy amount of loneliness pushed this forward. She is not backing down. Her fingers explore as she watches him squirm a little. But she sees his tension lessen by the second with every move she makes. Looking into his eyes as she devours him, she senses that this situation has every sign of moving forward.

As Jeffrey starts to relax a little, Hilary releases him, moves to the side, and presses her hands onto the side of the pool. Lifting herself out, she sits soaking wet, next to him. He looks her over, not hiding his interest. She reaches over and touches his face. Jeffrey leans over and kisses her. At one point in her life she had decided that she would only kiss someone for love, but she realizes that this is what he is comfortable with. 

Hilary takes Jeffrey's hand and pulls away from him. As she stands, she gently pulls him up with her. With a smile on her face, she heads over to a lounge chair. She still sees a bit of nervousness in his expression and wants to reassure him so that nothing will derail this which they both need so badly. As they reach the lounge chair, she gently gets him to lay down on his back. 

"It's been a while hasn't it?" She smiles while standing above him.

"Miss Hilary can I ask, in my position, can I afford such indulgence?" He asks.

"Just relax, and let me worry about positions," She smiles.

"You are quite striking Miss Hilary," Jeffrey says as he looks her over.

"You mentioned being damned," Hilary says as she lowers her knee on the lounge chair, "I guess we both are. But the good part is that no one will know."

"Be sure of that Miss," He starts to say as he watches her move her legs on either side of him and slowly squirm her way up.

Jeffrey smiles, realizing that he no longer has any inhibitions. Not being able to figure out why, he simply decides to enjoy it. Looking into Hilary's lustful eyes, he loses himself even more, as she reaches down to grasp him. As he feels the first touch of her wetness he sees her smile once more. Slowly she starts to lower herself as her mouth opens a little and her eyes close. Jeffrey feels himself pushing into her as she sits on him.

"Oh yes," Hilary whispers as her thighs come to a rest on him.

Letting herself have a moment of adjustment and enjoyment at the intimate contact, Hilary lets out a long breath of air. She looks down at Jeffrey, with the intention of making a comment about his impressive size. But she decides that there is no reason to mention the obvious since a few moments ago, her expression had said it all. As her hips begin to move, she sees Jeffrey's expression change as he places his hands on her.

Hilary smiles as her fingers press on his chest for balance. In her recent misery she had almost forgotten the feeling. Her deep breathing turns to increasingly louder moans as she moves faster and faster.

For a moment Jeffrey had thought he might not be able hold out long enough to pleasure her. He has been without for so long and had been wondering about his stamina. But now feeling her love surround him, he gains confidence. As he moves his hands up her skin and onto her breasts he feels her passion grow. His gentle touch only succeeds in giving her more. Moving his own hips now, he watches her own enjoyment as her muscles tighten around him. Her passionate loud moans not distracting him, he matches her move for move.

"Uh more, yes more!" Hilary exclaims as she digs her fingers into his chest.

Sitting up and matching her gaze, Jeffrey kisses her quickly and with amazing strength, lifts himself up, picking her up at the same time. As she stands surprised, she looks at him with surprise. Reaching behind him, he presses the button that drops the back of the lounge chair down. With Hilary in his arms still, he lifts her up, turns her around, and lays her on the lounge chair. Slowly lowering his hand, he picks her leg up and starts kissing her skin just above her heel. She smiles at him and lets out a little snicker. Jeffrey softly kisses her dark, smooth skin. Setting her leg down gradually, he reaches her knee again listening to her small laughs. As his nose brushes her skin, he can smell a hint of a fragrance he had sensed before. Often he would get a whiff of it when she walked past him on her way out the door for a night out. But it had never affected him like now. The sensation gives him the desire to continue on to what he now wants so badly. As he slowly reaches the top of her legs, she moves them apart in anticipation. 

Jeffrey has not done what had been in his mind to do in a long time. Feeling out of practice does not discourage him. The truth is he enjoys the sensation and the result of it. As he lowers himself and gently extends his tongue, he hears Hilary flinch a little. The scent of her creates a euphoria in him. As his mouth and tongue touch her, he treats it like a warm loving embrace. 

Hilary arches her back a little as Jeffrey gently looped his tongue with absolute precision around her clitoris. He remarked inwardly that there are some things a person never forgets. After all, he wasn't so disciplined in his younger days. Suddenly he hears a gasp as Hilary's back arches upward sharply smacking his nose moderately. Her expressive moans sail through the air almost like an operatic solo as her hips bounce up and down.

As Jeffrey continues, he hears and feels the same sensations coming from his young lover. Almost chuckling at her excitement, he doesn't want to stop, but feels the labor of his own muscles. At just the right point, Hilary saves the day by grabbing his hand and pulling him upward. Doing what she strongly suggests he makes eye contact with her.

"Come on!" Hilary smiles as she reaches down and grabs him.

Directing him completely now she lines him up with one hand and wraps her hand around him with the other, pulling him in with what seems to be all her strength. As Jeffrey slides inside her he sees a satisfied reaction. Thinking that the whole action advances events faster than he would have wished has no meaning at all.

"Miss," Jeffrey starts to say.

"Give it to me now!" Hilary exclaims as she grabs him from behind and digs her nails in.

Jeffrey winces a bit as her nails press into his bare skin with a sensation almost like an antibiotic shot he had once received as a child. Moving his hips as she surrounds him with her wetness, he feels her move as well. Taking him in pushes her into top gear as she moves about wildly. Loudly she moans and even barks out orders to him. Not having a vigorous experience in a long time, it takes him time to adjust and catch up to her needs.

"More!" Hilary barks out with a deafening tone.

Jeffrey suddenly remembers a similar situation in his younger days. He smiles knowing what it will take. This isn't the first time someone has essentially used him to get over a bad set of feelings. As he stops and arches his back looking into her eyes just for a moment before a full force thrust resulting in a wail of a sound from Hilary. Moving his hips faster, she giggles insanely. Jeffrey grunts repeatedly as he pushes into her over and over. He remembers this being a little easier in his younger years as he labors.

Suddenly Hilary's legs slap around him as she orders him to go faster. Trying to comply, he finds himself start to waver. But he hears her loud moans and even a giggle thrown in and knows he is on task. Being physically exhausted and reaching his orgasmic edge at the same time is something he has not felt in a long time. Just as he thinks he can't go on any longer, she squeezes her legs around him.

"Oh yes!' Hilary screams as her legs nearly strangle him.

"Miss Hilary you're crazy," Jeffrey grunts, "But I am about to and I don't think I should be, um, like this."

Thinking he could not hold out any longer, he looks into her eyes. She seems to see what he is thinking and for the first time during this whole encounter seems to see reason. Quickly removing her legs from around him, she pushes him away as he slips out of her. Reaching down and grabbing him tightly, she strokes him with her soft fingers, feeling her own wetness on him. She sees his own sensations coming straight through from his eyes to hers. She feels him tighten within her grip. 

A deep grunt, a pulsing between her fingers, and a stream of white liquid slamming into her neck and down the center of her chest seems to give her as much satisfaction as him. She feels his hot liquid touch her skin and sees a slight smile from him. As he grunts one more time, she feels a drop on her cheek. Releasing her grip, she watches as his breathing slows and he crawls over to the lounge chair next to him, laying back with a sigh.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Hilary smiles as she swirled her finger in what he had left on her chest.

Yes Miss Hilary, why do you ask?" Jeffrey answers.

"I've never seen so much, you know," Hilary smiles, "You were amazing."

"You started it Miss Hilary, would you not expect me to deliver?" He asks, "In all my years of service to your family I have never fail to perform."

"Wait, that was sort of a joke wasn't it?" She asks.

"Yes Miss Hilary", he smiles.

"You realize that you're going to nail me again later right?" Hilary smiles.

"Miss Hilary," Jeffrey said with a sigh, "This was inappropriate, and to do it again, well yes alright."

"Good," Hilary smiles as she licks the end of her finger, "Not bad."

"You never cease to amaze me," Jeffrey said.

"Wait until later to say that," Hilary smiles, "But leave out the word 'inappropriate', ok?"

"Yes Miss Hilary," Jeffrey answered.

The two cleaned up, rested a while and got dirty again. For the weekend, they would use the house as they wish. They would laugh, sweat, and even dance an old fashioned waltz. At the end of the weekend they would agree never to speak or even do it again. Being just a memory, they would just see it as a moment, or more accurately a weekend to remember.



Jeffrey Shares His Toy



It had been a very long day. My life as a wife and mother left me very little time for myself. But today, I’d had the opportunity to spend the afternoon with my on line Dom. When we’d finished, I checked my email and found that I had mail from my husband Jeff. He had just completed a terrible day and he told me all about it. As I read, I felt sorry for him. I wanted to touch him and hold him and comfort him. Jeff’s email concluded with the words that he knew thrilled me to my very core. “After the kids are in bed, you are to go to our room. Strip, shave, bathe and get into your position. Stay there until I get home.”

I did as I was told and waited breathlessly. Finally, I heard the garage door and Jeff’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. Without a word, he slipped quietly into our room. I lifted my head to look at him. The first words out of his mouth were, "you're not in position!"

“Sweetheart,” I said softly. “I thought maybe you needed a hug right now more than you needed me to be in position. I’m sorry you had such a rotten day.” I kissed him softly and pressed myself against his hard body.

“I’m sorry too. I’m very glad to be home. But…” he held me at arm’s length. “The fact remains that you’re out of position, my whore. Obey me now!”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, flying into my “slut” position. My face was against the carpeted floor. My round, firm ass was high in the air. My legs were spread. I carefully reached back and pried open my ass cheeks as the carpet rubbed against my taut nipples.

“That’s right, whore. That’s what I want to see when I come into the room!” Jeff slapped my ass and then spit on my puckered hole.

“I’m going to go get ready for bed. Don’t move,” my husband ordered. I heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth and changing clothes. When he came back to the room, he gathered my leash in his fist.

“Bed, girl!” he commanded. I got on the bed and watched as Jeff stretched out his lanky frame.

“Now,” he said, spreading his arm out. “Come here and tell me about your day.” So I did. I lay in his arm with my head on his chest and told him about the various adventures of our children. At first, he didn't touch me at all other than stroking my hair as my head lay on his chest. Once the kid-topics were exhausted, we moved on. “Did you play with Chad today?” Jeff asked.

Chad was my on-line Dom. I’d met him in a BDSM chat room almost 8 years ago. Since that time, we’d played frequently on line and on the phone. Jeff and Chad had collaborated several times to give me evenings I’d never forget and when Jeff was away on his frequent business trips, I was Chad’s alone. He never failed to give me the rough use and raw sex that I needed so desperately.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “I did.”

“Tell me,” Jeff commanded. That was the rule. Jeff never minded if I played with Chad as long as I gave him the details when I was finished. A few times I had made the mistake of leaving out details that were particularly embarrassing or humiliating. But then Jeff and Chad began to regularly compare notes and I’d learned quickly that honesty was ALWAYS the best policy.

And this was a time that I particularly owed Jeff the details. 

Over the weekend Chad and Jeff had been talking and joking with each other.

“How much would I have to pay for an afternoon with your whore wife, Jeff?” Chad had asked.

“I don’t know what the going rate is,” Jeff replied. “Well,” Chad said hesitantly. “With the divorce and all, I’m a little strapped for cash. But set a price and I’ll do my best to meet it.”

“Is a dollar too much?” my husband asked seriously.

“A dollar?” Chad was incredulous.

“Too much?” Jeff asked. “How about 50 cents?”

“I can do a dollar,” Chad replied. “But are you sure that’s all you want?”

“Sure,” Jeff said, leering at me as I blushed furiously. “She’s just a cheap cunt. A dollar is more than enough for the afternoon.”

“Thanks!” Chad said enthusiastically. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“And I’m looking forward to her report afterward,” Jeff said with a laugh. “That ought to be worth at LEAST a dollar.”

Jeff intended to get his money’s worth and so I began to tell him every detail of my time with Chad on the phone. As I spoke, Jeff’s hand began to wander down my back. He pinched my ass. Then he started to yank on my long, brown hair. “Details, Courtney! I want details!” 

“He stuffed my cunt with the big black dildo,” I said breathlessly. “And then he made me display myself.”

“Good,” Jeff said. “Any whore who fucks a black dildo should be displayed.” He yanked on my hair again. “What else?” I continued on for quite a while, detailing my afternoon.

“What else?” Jeff barked.

“I cut a switch,” I whispered quietly.

“Did you whip your whore body for Chad?” Jeff demanded. “With a switch?”

“Yes Sir,” I said. “He whipped my cunt with the switch but then we ran out of time and he didn’t get to switch my ass. Jeffrey?”

“Yes, slut?”

“Please whip me. Please whip me for Chad!”

”Well,” Jeff grinned broadly. “Since you asked so nicely. Go get on my desk. You know the position. I have a few things to get prepared.”

With my leash in my mouth, I crawled quickly down the hall to Jeff’s in home office. With my bare feet still on the floor, I reached forward and grabbed the opposite end of Jeff’s desk. And then I waited. 

He entered and I heard rather than saw him begin to get excited. He walked several circles around the desk before ever talking to me. He did, however, talk to Chad as if he was there. "Very nice, Chad. Excellent job. You outdid yourself this time, Bro!" 

When he did talk to me it was to tell me to display myself. Although I knew the command, I didn’t obey immediately. Jeff grabbed my clit and pinched it hard. I screamed and he slapped me across the face. "When I give you an order, cunt, you do it immediately. No hesitation! Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied quietly.

"Tell me what Sir Chad did to you, slave."

"Jeff! I told you when we were in our room!" I braced myself for the slap that never came. Instead I felt his fingers tugging my clit and I knew what was coming. It was a stupid black binder-type paperclip. Sure enough. Jeff snapped it on to my clit and I fought for control.

"WHAT DID SIR CHAD DO TO YOU, CUNTSLAVE? Start talking and maybe I'll take the clip off." I started talking. Or at least I started babbling. I told Jeff about Chad switching my cunt and making me fuck the big black dildo. I told him about the clothes pins on my tits. I told him about the hanger and the clothes pins. I told him about fucking a plastic clothes hanger, the doorknob, the belt, the crop handle and one of my high heeled shoes (to represent the Mistress we still hadn’t found to help me explore my bi fantasies.) I told Jeff how humiliated I was when Chad made me watch myself in the mirror as I fucked various objects and took the huge black dildo down my throat. 

As I told Jeff all these things, he did remove the clit clamp. Then he began smacking my cunt and inner thighs with his belt. Sometimes he hit my stomach and tits too. Any time I relaxed my position, the stupid clamp went back on my clit. My entire cunt burned like fire so I tried very hard to remain, unmoving, in the display position. Jeff only had to remind me once.

As I lay on the desk, Jeff unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "You know what to do!" he barked. I tried to sit up but he yanked my leash. "I didn't tell you to sit up, cunt!"

So I tilted my head back so Jeff could rub his cock and balls all over my face – something he’s always enjoyed. I stuck my tongue out but it ended up being Jeff just using my face rather than me actively sucking or licking him. I thought he was going to cum but he stopped, backed away from the desk and tried to catch his breath. 

"You want me to cum, don't you cunt? You want me to cum so I'll go to bed and let you off the hook. That's what you want, isn't? ISN'T IT, COURTNEY SLUT?" 

"Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly.

"NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!" In a flash he had picked up his belt and was smacking my cunt with abandon. "You deserve this, Courtney. Cunt. Whore. Piece of meat. Slave. I sold you. I sold you to Chad for a fucking dollar, you piece of shit whore." When he got tired, he stopped whipping me. "How many was that?" He asked calmly as the bottom of my world dropped out from under me. How many? Aw…shit! "Jeff!" I started to cry in earnest. 

"I'll let you off the hook, cunt. Get into your slut position and spread your legs wide. I'm going to whip that filthy cunt. If you can manage to count 13 for me we'll be finished."

"13? That's it?" I thought. "Piece of cake!" "Yes, Sir," I said. I barely got the words out before the first blow exploded. It was NOT Jeff's belt. It was the bull whip. 

"ONE!" I screamed. The next three came in quick succession. "Two, three, four!" I clinched

my teeth and waited for more. I could feel Jeff dragging the tongue of the whip over my ass and thighs and cunt. "Five, six, seven!" I screamed again as the sadistic whip found my clit. Tears were pouring down my face now. I was begging Jeff to stop in a voice that didn't even sound like mine. I felt Jeff's hot breath by my ear. 

"Calm down, Courtney. Breathe. Come on, Babe. You can do this. Take it for me, Court. You can do it, slave. You're more than halfway there. Take it." His voice was smooth and reassuring and calmed me down instantly. "Are you ready, slave Courtney?" The stern

tone was back in Jeff's voice. 

"Yes, Sir," I croaked. "8! 9! 10! 11!" I screamed the numbers as the blows came hard and fast, savagely laying my cunt raw. 

"Two more, cunt. Just two more. You can do it. Two more. Do you remember your safe word, Courtney?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you'll use it if you need it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Courtney, open your eyes."

I did so and watched Jeff drag the whip across my tits, my neck, my face, down my belly. He shoved the handle of the whip into my cunt in one quick thrust. Jeff laughed at the ease in which the handle slid up my cunt. "You are such a whore, Courtney. You'll fuck anything for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir." I tried in vain not to hump the whip handle but I couldn’t help myself.

"You'll suck what you're told to, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good." Jeff fucked my cunt hard for about a minute, slamming the handle in and out of me. "Bullwhip fucking little whore! Cunt." He yelled before he yanked the whip out almost as swiftly as he had inserted it. 

He brought it to my lips. "Clean my whip, you nasty little cunt." I did. I started sucking my juices from the handle. Jeff pinched my clit. "Open your eyes, whore! Look at me!"

He let me suck it for about another minute before he began fucking my mouth with it. I was gagging and sputtering but trying so hard to take the whip down my throat. Mercifully, he stopped. Jeff stared at me for a long time, his blue eyes piercing me with passion and

desire. 

"Beg me. Beg me to whip your cunt, Courtney."

"Please, Jeff."

"That's an extra one. We're up to 3 now."

"Please, Sir Jeffrey. Please whip your piece of shit whore cunt."

"Whore cunt? That isn't what your label says, Courtney. That's four. Try again." I forgot what Chad had made me write on myself earlier. After I’d told him my fantasy of being used by multiple women in my old college sorority, Chad had ordered me to take a wide black marker and write on my stomach “BI WHORE CUNT” with an arrow pointing downward.

“Leave it there, Courtney,” Chad ordered. “Do not shower until you’ve showed your markings to Jeff.”

"Please, Sir Jeff. Please whip my piece of shit BI whore cunt. Please!"

"COUNT! Begin with 11!" He demanded as he reached back and brought the whip down hard on my cunt.

"11! Thank you, Sir! Please give me more!"

"BEG PROPERLY!" Jeff screamed.

"Please, Sir Jeffrey. Please whip my piece of shit Bi whore cunt. Whip it hard! Please!"

"DISPLAY, COURTNEY!" 

I tugged my labia and opened myself up for Jeff. The next thing I remember was hearing my screams bouncing off the walls after the whip caught me square on the clit. It took me a minute but I finally got the word out. "12!"

"BEG!"

"Please, Sir Jeff. Please whip my piece of shit Bi whore cunt. Please hurt me!"

13! This one landed just above my clit and it hurt like hell.

"Relax, Courtney," Jeff said, giving me the command to let go of my labia. I let go and instinctively put my hands over my cunt.

"Move them, Courtney or so help me, we'll be here all night!" I knew better than to challenge Jeff on that fact because I knew he'd win. I moved my hands and began begging without him having to prompt me. I thought I saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He laid the last blow diagonally across my cunt. I screamed and cried but I did not count. When he did it again in the other direction, I finally remembered what I was supposed to do. 

"14!" I screamed. "Thank you, Sir Jeffrey. Thank you." 

I started to sob then. Jeff ran his fingers over my throbbing cunt. He kissed my clit and my stomach. He licked my bellybutton and up my ribcage. He sucked both of my nipples before licking the tears off my chin and my cheeks.

"Good girl, Courtney. Good girl. I'm proud of you, slave. You took it for me, my little pain whore. Good girl!" Then he kissed me. Deeply. Possessively. When he broke the kiss, he told me to get up. I did and stood there shaking as he moved about the office making preparations. 

"Please, Jeff Sir! Please don't fuck my cunt. It's too sore! Please don't!" I cried, covering myself with my hands.

He said nothing, just completed what he was doing. He placed a cushion from his office couch on the desk. It's a very rough tweed-type fabric. He got my shoe but did nothing with it.

"Lean over my desk, Courtney." I did as I was told. Even without moving I could tell that the cushion was going to rub my cunt raw when Jeff fucked me. "Maybe it will be OK though," I remember thinking. "With him in my cunt, I won't be able to slide around too much." He tied my legs to the desk legs and handcuffed my wrists behind my head. He bit my ass and said "Courtney, your wet little cunt has been fucked enough tonight." 

I could practically hear the "Hallelujah Chorus" ringing out in my

brain. Maybe he'd just fuck my ass with my shoe, tell me I was a bi-whore and be done with it.

Nope!

I felt Jeffrey pry my cheeks open with his rough hands. I squirmed. He spit on my asshole. I shivered. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me and I practically jumped out of my skin. 

"This,” he said shoving his cock into my tight ass. “Is" *shove* "not" *shove* “for" *shove* "you" *shove*! “THIS” *SHOVE* “IS” *SHOVE* “FOR MY” *SHOVE* “PLEASURE!” By the time Jeff finished he was buried in my ass. He began spanking my ass with the sole of my shoe as he fucked me ruthlessly. 

With each thrust, my cunt scraped against the rough fabric of the couch cushion. Jeff continued to spit on my asshole every so often.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" He screamed at me. I did and had a perfect view in the mirror. I couldn't see my face but out of the corner of my eye, I could see bruises on my ass and thighs where Jeff had bitten me. I could see the welts where Chad had switched me. I could see red splotches where he had spanked me with my shoe. I could see Jeff’s fingernails digging into me, his hands gripping me. I could see his cock slamming into me. I could see spit. 

Jeff yanked my hair and pulled my head backward. "What are you, Courtney? TELL ME!"

"I'm your whore, your slut, your cunt, your slave, your bi meat..." I started. Jeff joined me then in telling me exactly what I was. He was pounding me hard. Smacking my ass with my shoe. I'm not sure which one of us became incoherent first but before long, we were both screaming and both cumming very, very hard.

Jeff collapsed on me then. I could feel his chest heaving against my back. "Oh God, Court," he panted. "You're perfect. Perfect." 

He untied me then and carried me in his arms to the couch. I sat on his lap and we had snuggles and he rocked me back and forth, telling me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me. 

We had a snack and then took a shower together before tumbling into bed. As we were falling asleep Jeff held me in his arms and stroked my hair and my back. Just as I was about to drift off, Jeff said, "You know, I never gave you permission to cum." I hit him with my pillow and he laughed. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was Jeff's voice in my ear. "I love you, Courtney. Forever. Goodnight, Little one."



Jeffrey



"You." He muttered weakly.

"Excuse me?" she smiled wickedly.

"You have better tits than Mary." She squeezed his cock. "Ohhhohh, much better! And bigger! I wish Mary had tits like yours!"

"It's good that you're being honest with your doctor, Jeffrey. And remember, it's the client's privilege that nothing leaves this room, or I should say toilet. Ha, ha, ha." Rita let loose an evil cackle. "I guess I'm out of questions... unless... mmmmphhh."  

Rita dropped her head and engulfed Jeff's cock into her mouth. Jeff sat there in shock. This whore that he despised was sucking his dick. Rita the whore! And it felt so fucking good. She was doing things to him that had his head spinning. He had to cum so badly. It didn't matter anymore that she wasn't his girlfriend. She was doing it much better than the inexperienced, innocent Mary. He was going to cum in her mouth if she kept it up. 

Her tongue massaged the base of his cock as she jammed it down her throat, all the while moaning. Rita pulled back on his cock with her mouth while looking deep into his eyes with lust and a look of victory. 

"So, who gives a better blowjob, Mary or me?" she took him out of her mouth but kept jerking.

"Oh god, you do. You DO! OH SHIT RITA!" She licked from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick before inserting it within her lips again. Jeff was getting close. He gasped in short breaths. Rita could sense his impending explosion. Normally she would have made it last much longer, held him on edge until he couldn't stand it anymore. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. But her pussy was begging for attention. The sooner she finished the sooner she would get fucked. But she wanted complete possession of Jeff and his cock. There was only one way to get it. Rita disengaged her mouth and tongue from his rock-hard volcano. 

"What, no! What are you doi-m!" she put her finger to his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhh... I'm still not finished with my session." She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Who has the more luscious and better body, your sweet, bubbly and cute girlfriend, or me?" 

"You have a better body than Mary." Jeff answered honestly, but quickly, trying to get her to resume her sucking. Rita turned around and showed Jeff her ass. She slowly and sensually moved her hips and ass and he was mesmerized by her performance. She wanted Jeffrey to be hers completely. 

"Who do you think has the sexier ass now, me or your stupid ass girlfriend?" she asked with her palms on the stall and her ass pointed in Jeff's face. He didn't like her wording that much but he was willing to say anything for the slut now. And he had to admit; her ass was much better than Mary's was. 

"Your ass is sexier." She let out another wicked laugh. Rita was conquering this good Christian virgin. When she was finished with him, he would be her slave. She moved her hands down to the curves of her ass and moved all over them. Jeff was hypnotized. Her hands pulled at the waistband of her black pants and rolled them down her thighs. She wasn't wearing any underwear, Jeff gasped. She was also shaved, a real sign of a whore's cunt. Rita took her pants completely off, leaving her heels on, and turned around. The slut leaned her back against the stall and opened her legs for Jeff to see. Her hands traveled down to her snatch in the most sensual and seductive manner.

"Have you seen Mary's cunt yet?" she asked looking into his eyes.

"Yes, I've eaten her out." Jeff knew what was coming next, but he wanted to taste the whore. 

"I think its best if I'm able to compare." She closed the short distance between the two of them fast. Her heels went to either side of his legs and her pussy was right up in his face. Jeff licked his lips in anticipation. "Lick my pussy, Jeffrey." Rita grabbed his head and shoved it into her mound. His tongue extended into the depths of her vagina. She tasted sweeter than Mary did. He lapped at her nectar as it leaked from her cunt. It felt so good to have his tongue inside her that she started bucking her hips against his face, almost losing her balance. "Now who tastes better? Ahhhh... me or that stupid... dumb-shit... ugh... ugly girlfriend of yours? ... TELL ME!"

"Ahhh... you taste better." And he dove back in. Jeff grabbed her ass cheeks and forced his tongue deeper into her. It no longer felt bad to Jeff to pick Rita over Mary now. Rita ground her hips and pussy into Mary's boyfriend's face. She felt so good to have this kind of control over someone. 

"Stick your fingers into my cunt! C'mon lover, do it now!" 

Jeff obliged, but kept up with his oral assault on her gushing gash. 

"Ohhhh yes! Good boy! You listen to your doctor really well. Now finger fuck me, baby. Fuck my slut pussy with your fingers. I know what everyone says about me. I know what you think I am. And I am a slut! I am a whore! Nothing wrong with admitting whom you are. And now... oh god... you're gonna... gonna make me cum! Yesssss!" Rita gripped his head hard in surprise. His fingers were even more experienced than his tongue as they drove her to climax. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Make the whore cummmmm! OH FUCK..." she stiffened, threw her head back and jammed her cunt to Jeff's face one last time and holding still. 

Cum squirted out from her pussy and into his now wide stretched mouth over her snatch. Jeff caught most of it as the rest gathered around his lips and the rest dripped to the hard floor below Rita. The whore came back down from her climax. 

"That caught me off guard. I never expected that from you. You're quite the man, Jeffrey." Rita looked down at her new love-slave. It was time to make him hers for good. "And now it is time to make you into a real man." She began to lower herself down towards Jeff's achingly hard fuck-stick. But he stopped her by pushing her back.

"That's as far as we can go, Rita. I don't have a condom. And I'm not about to make the mistake of fucking you unprotected." He said with hesitation in his voice but with honesty. He wished he had a condom. It was the only thing holding him back from losing his virginity to this whore, from cheating on his girlfriend. Rita put her hands on her hips.

"Oh that's too bad. I was going to fuck your brains out. I was going to fuck you so good that you'd never wanna fuck your girlfriend. You would only want my body and my pussy and... my tits!" she immediately pulled the fabric of her shirt at her cleavage down over her boobs. 

Jeffrey was right. Rita wasn't wearing a bra. She let her shirt's stretchable neckline rest at the underside of her breasts. Her tits were the greatest he had ever seen in person. They were better than he could ever imagine. They parted naturally, but the red shirt kept them from spreading too far apart. The whore had perfect nipples with the perfect size of areoles around them. Jeff longed to suck on them more than anything he ever wanted. 

Rita stood in front of him once again with her hands on her hips. She smiled a devilish smile while he stared at her exposed ripe melons for a good 30 seconds. 

"Would you like to suck on them? Would Jeffrey like to have a taste of my most precious big babies?" she asked with a knowing smile. 

"Yes! Please Rita, bring them to me. I've wanted your tits for so long." One of Jeff's hands reached for one of her tits while the other tried to pull her into him from her hip, but she took one step back and out of his reach. 

"If I give you my tits, then you have to give me something. A fair trade."

"What?" Name it!" he pleaded.

"Your cock, of course." 

"No Rita. I can't fuck you without a condom. Just let me suck on your tits and hold them. I promise to make you cum again too." He more begged than bargained.

"No dice, Jeffrey. You want my babies. I get to fuck you. That's the only way you get them. And I suggest you do, cause now that you've seen them, they will haunt you for the rest of your days. You'll be wondering, wishing you had known what it felt like to have these juicy babies in your hands and mouth. If you want to have the greatest tits you'll ever see, you have to fuck me, now!" 

This was not fair to Jeff at all in his mind. She was tormenting him. Rita had seduced him away from his girlfriend and now she wanted more. If he gave into her now, the whore would have complete possession of him. Not only that, but he would risk getting her pregnant. However, even though she was a whore, Jeff heard that she was clean when it came to STDs, amazingly. Jeff's eyes drifted all over her voluptuous body. He desired her more than any other girl or woman of his dreams at that moment. He would definitely fuck her if it weren't for the lack of protection. But most of all, Jeff wanted her tits on his tongue, in his mouth and hands. The massive pair flooded his mind and now his eyes. It became a losing battle. 

"Okay... I'll fuck you. Just give me your tits." 

"I want you to think of my luscious body and my big babies while you're with your girlfriend. I want her to know that you're drifting away from her and that there is nothing she can do about it. I'm going to fuck you so brain-dead that sex with me is all that will be on your mind. You'll be a walking dick all for me, not Mary." 

Jeff was beyond listening and taking in her words, all he could do was stare and wait longingly for her breasts. Rita stepped closer to him and he reached for her tits once again but she grabbed his hands and stopped them short.

"Down boy! You don't get to feel my babies until your cock is wedged deep inside my pussy." Rita guided Jeff's hands down to her hips as her heels took position around his legs. She took one hand, reached down, grabbed his prick and aimed it straight up towards her dripping cunt. The whore slowly lowered herself until his cock tip was touching her soaking wet pussy lips. "I told you, you wanted to fuck me. Now, you will be mine!" and she sank her body down onto his fuck-stick.

"Ohhh shit!" Jeff moaned. He didn't expect it to feel so good. In all his thoughts of Rita's boobs, he had forgotten that he was losing his virginity. Rita finished sinking down all the way to the hilt. He wasn't the biggest cock she had ever had, but he was definitely up there. It was still big enough to give her the kind of pleasure that she quenched. The kind that the nympho could not survive without. It was what she lived for, to fuck. That was why she had this body, to fuck every man she lusted after. And she was wickedly delighted that it was Mary's boyfriend who was giving her this pleasure. Rita was still undefeated. 

"Ohhhh YESSSSSssssss.... Now we really start to fuck!" she began to grind her hips on top of the dazed Jeffrey, who was still sitting on the toilet. He felt as if he would die, the pleasure was so great. His head started to tilt. Rita saw this and clenched her cunt on his cock to bring him back. 

"Ughhhh... Damn that feels good! Oh FUCK RITA!" his hands went to her hips to hold her voluptuous body as she started bouncing up and down on his prick. Rita knew that she wouldn't have too long with him since it was his first time and that she made men cum really fast. She was just too damned hot. 

Rita's tits popped back into Jeff's eyes and he wasted no more time. He grabbed the slut's left breast and took the nipple into his mouth. His tongue massaged it from the inside; with his teeth biting down a little now and then in between licks and slurps. 

"Mmmmmm... Yes, that's it Jeffrey. Feed on my babies. Let them haunt you the rest of your days. You'll never find a pair like mine again in you life! Ohhh yesss! That's it! That's it! Ughhh... fuck me. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK THE SCHOOL WHORE! YESSS! Fuck her! FUCK the school whore! Fuck Rita the whore! FUCK MY WHORISH CUNT!"

Rita's dirty talk spurred Jeff on more. He started to drive his dick up into her depths. He wasn't going to last much longer though.

"Ugghhhhhhh... oh NOOO! Get off quick! I'm gonna cum!" 

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not ovulating. Now FILL MY CUNT!" 

"Oh shit... it's too dangerous! Get off me! Pleeeeeaase!" he pleaded for what could only be the last time since he couldn't hold out any longer.

"No deal, Jeffrey. NOW GIVE ME YOUR CUM!"

"OHHH GAWD! DAMMIT, it feels so FUCKIN GOOD!" Jeff grunted loudly. The deflowered virgin shot spurt after spurt of hot pent-up sperm into Rita's unprotected womb. 

"YES! YOU BELONG TO ME NOW! YOU WILL WORSHIP MY ASS, PUSSY AND TITS! YOU WILL FUCK ME AT MY EVERY BECK AND CALL! OH YES FILL ME WITH CUM! I'M CUMMMMING!"

Rita came at the sound of her words and the feeling of Jeff's warm semen filling her up. Jeff's dick finally stopped shooting inside of the slut; the spunk that her cunt didn't collect dripped out of her and soaked his own cock. She looked down at her new slave. He was hers and she knew it, but she wanted to hear him admit it. The whore ran her hands along the back of his hair while moving slowly up and down on his still hard prick. 

"Tell me, Slave, who would you rather fuck now, your stupid, weak-ass piece of shit girlfriend, or this body? Hmmm?" she smiled wickedly.

"Do you really have to call her those names?" Jeff moaned out as her cunt quizzed his cum stained cock.

"I only speak the truth. And Mary is all those things for letting me take control of you and your dick. Now tell me, Jeffrey, given the opportunity, who would choose to spend some quality time with, the virgin Mary or me the whore?" she accentuated her own description with another clenching of her pussy around his fuck-stick.

Jeff thought about this quickly in his head. The problem was that it was the wrong head doing the thinking. He valued Mary's mind and opinions, but she couldn't make him feel the way Rita's body did.

"I'd take you without an after thought." He said and started to drive his prick back up into her. 

Rita let out an evil, triumphant laugh. "That's right, my Jeffrey, my slave. You belong to me now, Rita the whore. You will do anything for me. Anything I want. You'd even fuck me in front of Mary if I asked you to."

Jeff groaned at that last comment realizing it was true. He was her slave now. Rita the whore had conquered him. The young Christian would do just about anything to get a hold of any part of her body again, especially her tits. Rita started bouncing up and down on him again as she continued to speak.

"I want you to fuck Mary for me, Jeffrey. I want the two of you to have sex, and I want her to think that it's your first time as well." She gave Jeff a wicked grin. "I also want you to make her wait. I want you to call me hours before it and fuck me first. I want my juices all over your cock when it slides inside her to take her virginity. And I don't want you to be gentle with her. Would you do that for me? Would you do that for your whore?"

"Oh YES! ANYTHING! AHHH!" Jeff started jamming his cock up into her cunt trying to get her to shut up. Rita smiled and laughed sinfully as she leaned back. She put her hands behind her and on the bathroom floor below her upper half. Jeff grabbed her hips, leaned in as she connected her ankles behind him. He drove into her without inhibitions. 

Jeff came inside her a few minutes later. But they weren't done. Rita ordered Jeffrey to fuck her ass, and he obeyed. The newly transformed cheating boyfriend rammed her from behind up against the stall. They moved out of the stall and fucked over the bathroom sink. He came in her ass. Then Rita the whore gave him head and he came all over her humungous milky breasts. Rita took most of it up in her fingers and licked it off with her tongue and lips before swallowing. She rubbed the rest of it into her chest and tits. 

The whore stood up and pulled her red shirt up and back over her tits. Jeff wanted to grab her then and feast on her jugs, but she stopped him with her finger. 

"Look at the time, Jeffrey. You must be going. You have my number and I have yours. I will call you when I feel like getting stuffed. And lucky for you, that is quite often."

Jeff looked at his watch. They had been at it for almost two hours. He missed his class, but it was worth missing an entire semester, he thought. He pulled up his pants finally and began to walk out the door when the pant less Rita reminded him, "Remember Slave, now you belong to Rita the whore." 

He gave a crooked smile, admired the cum that was leaking out of her pussy and ass, running down her legs and dripping to the floor, and walked out. 'What happened in there?' he thought. 'Did she hypnotize me or something? Yea she did, she spellbound you with her ass, the taste of her cunt, her dirty mouth and her tits in all her glory.' Jeff felt really guilty. He didn't really want to be Rita's love-slave. He did want to fuck her again, but not while he was with Mary. It was a mistake. He would act as if nothing happened around Mary and when the time came, he would come clean with her and hope that she could forgive him. 'Yea right!' 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Mary ran up to him. She had gotten out of her class. "Don't you have class?" 

"I got out early." Jeff said with an amazingly straight face. 

"Oh... well that's cool." Mary gave him a kiss, not tasting the remnants of Rita's fluid on his lips. Mary was so gullible compared to Rita. 'She really is pretty dumb.' It was as if Rita was taking over Jeff's mind.

Ten minutes later the door to the building opened and out walked Rita. She stared at Jeff and Mary with a knowing devious smile inside her head. "Hi Mary. Jeffrey." She acknowledged him as if they were still at odds. Rita walked away with a sexy suggestive sway in her walk. 

Mary didn't notice Rita's lightly glistening chest but she did see the growing cum stain enveloping her vaginal area in the front and back. Mary whispered, "Oh my God. Did you see the stain on her crotch? That had to be cum. And that was way too much to be hers alone. She just fucked someone at school. Rita is such a whore!" Jeff's girlfriend said with a disgusted tone.

'Yes she is,' Jeffrey thought, 'and I belong to her.'



Jeffrey's Divorce and Recovery



Amy had only been in her job at Harriman Manufacturing for about three months when she realized she and Mr. Harriman's Administrative Assistant's Secretary were friends. At first when she ate in the employees' dining room she would eat with her friends from the Marketing Department. One day Janet Daily came up to her and asked if she could join her at the table. Amy was surprised at how much they had in common and before long they ate lunch together every time Janet was in the office. Sometimes they ate in the dining room and sometimes they went out.

The two young women talked about all the things young twenty something's talk about. Most of their conversations dealt with clothes, their friends, their husbands and, of course, their past and sex. One day Janet nudged Amy and whispered, "Just look at the buns on that one. I bet he could drive it so deep it would come out your mouth!"

Amy looked and blushed but then laughed and said, "Ummm yeah. And I'd give him forever to quit! He's a real hunk isn't he?"

After that day, the ice seemed to be broken and they talked more and more about sex and their college days and the days before they got married. Janet learned Amy liked her sex and was a party girl. Amy learned Janet liked gangbangs.

About two months after Amy realized she and Janet were friends Mr. Harriman's Administrative Assistant took a similar job with another company. Janet came into the lunchroom that day almost bouncing with excitement. She was beaming when she sat at the table with Amy. "Oh Amy," she said. "I've just come from Mr. Harriman's office. Clara, his Administrative Assistant has taken a job with another company and he offered me her job. Isn't that great? Oh, I've looked forward to this for so long!"

Amy smiled at Janet then said, "I'm so happy for you. I know how you've wanted the job but I'm sure going to miss our lunches. You'll be gone so much more I'll almost never see you now."

Janet laughed and said, "Oh, poo. You'll see me more I bet. Mr. Harriman gave me permission to ask you to interview with him tomorrow morning for the job as my assistant. Do you want it?"

"Oh, My GOD! YES. I'd love to be your assistant. Do you think I'll get it?" Amy asked.

Amy could hardly sleep that night and was at work way too early the next morning. She had dressed in her best, most sexy work dress and was still worried she didn't look nice enough or professional enough to impress Mr. Harriman. As soon as he came in Mr. Harriman sent for Amy. When she came into his office, he looked her over closely and said, "Well Amy, Janet's spoke about you in glowing terms. I feel like this interview is almost a formality but there are a few things I need to find out about you before we offer you the job. I need to see how you interact with senior members of management and I need to discuss some of the job requirements with you."

When he said that, Mr. Harriman walked around his desk and sat in the chair beside Amy. He put his hand on her thigh and leaned toward her. He looked her in the eye when he asked, "You know this job requires a lot of late nights and travel. There are times you will be with me more during any 24-hour period than you will your husband. Will that be a problem?"

Amy flinched when she felt his hand on her leg but didn't do anything about it. She wanted this promotion so badly she didn't want to do anything to upset Mr. Harriman. She thought about his question a moment then said, "No, Mr. Harriman. It won't be a problem for me and I am sure I can make my husband understand."

Mr. Harriman left his hand on her leg as he continued to question Amy. There were several more questions but they just seemed to be the fill in the time type. As he talked Mr. Harriman gently moved his fingers in small circles on her thigh. Amy felt her pussy begin to get wet and she began gently working her pussy muscles to enhance the feeling. By this time her hips were gently moving, thrusting. She was biting her lip and it was all she could do not to moan out her need.

By the time Mr. Harriman finally decided to end the interview and get up Amy was sitting with her legs splayed, gently thrusting her hips as he rubbed her thighs. When he stood, Mr. Harriman's fingers gently rubbed across Amy's crotch. He pressed harder in the area of her clit. She had been feeling herself get wetter and wetter as they talked. She felt her hips thrust toward his fingers as his hand slid slowly upward toward her breasts. 

Mr. Harriman walked around behind her and placed his hand on Amy's shoulder. His fingers were well down on the swell of her breast. The tip of his finger was touching her nipple. Amy took a deep breath and looked up at him. He saw her nipples were hard as bullets. Mr. Harriman smiled and said, "Well Amy. I think you will work out fine. If Janet is OK with you I sure am." They both looked over at Janet to see her nodding yes. He gave the top of her breast a quick squeeze. When he began to move away from Amy he let his hand draw up her chest to her shoulder. He smiled once again and started to walk away from Amy toward his chair.

Amy jumped up from her chair and wrapped her arms around Mr. Harriman. She said, "Oh, Thank you Mr. Harriman. Thank you so much." She blushed and jumped back from him and stammered, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm just so excited and happy I..."

Mr. Harriman Laughed and looked into her eyes then said, "That's fine Amy. And since we're going to be working so closely together you need to start calling me Howard now. Why don't you go with Janet and she will start filling you in on your new job and get the paperwork sorted out?"

Amy was so ecstatic about her new job she could hardly wait to get home and tell Jeffery, her husband. She loved the new salary-nearly double her old salary-and the perks that went with the job. 

The initial training was very easy and simple. Janet first showed her the paperwork associated with the job but that was nothing new. She had been doing most of that before in her position as Marketing Assistant. The only new things she had to learn were setting up business meetings and entertainment for customers and vendors.

Some of the first conversations she and Janet had explaining the rest of the job duties made her feel so young and naive! Amy laughed to herself when she thought that. Heck, she was only 26 now! She was surprised they would set up nights out for their customers and supplier's though-especially to strip clubs or with escorts. 

After she had been in her new position for 6 months Janet asked her to help with a dinner meeting the next night after work. This was the first meeting she had been asked to attend although she had set several of them up for Janet. When Amy arrived at the restaurant she was not surprised to find herself escorted into a private room. All the special sales meetings were in private rooms. She believed that was in case one of the customers brought an escort or in case they wanted to talk business. 

There was a table in the center of the room with 6 chairs around it. Janet was already there and welcomed Amy with a smile and gentle kiss on the cheek. She said, "There is a small bar in the corner. Help yourself then come over here and sit with me a few minutes Amy. I need to fill you in on the protocol before Howard and our guests arrive."

Amy poured herself a glass of Chablis and sat primly beside Janet. She had been surprised when she entered the room and first saw Janet. She looked so hot! Janet had changed into a small sheer cocktail dress plunging low in the front and ending mid thigh. When she took her seat on the low couch beside Janet she was surprised again. Janet didn't have a Bra on any longer! Of course the bra's the two of them wore at work did nothing to conceal their breasts. Normally they only wore a half bra and it was very sheer.

After Amy was seated and comfortable Janet smiled and asked, "Well Amy how do you like the office part of your new job? Do you feel comfortable with it now? Are you happy and ready to learn the more intricate and, truth being told the more important social side of the position?"

Amy answered, "Oh, yes. I am really enjoying working with you and Howard. It is so great meeting all the movers and shakers. I really feel like I am making an important contribution to the company now. For as long as I can remember I have dreamed about being in a high-powered environment and working with high-powered people. As for learning the social side of the position, I'm not sure I understand what you mean?"

"Well Amy," Janet said. "You know one other aspect of our position is to coordinate evening festivities for some of our most valuable customers and suppliers. Also from time to time we travel out of town with Howard for conferences and sales presentations as you recall. One of the very most important aspects of our position is to arrange for these meetings and to serve as hostess during them. Most of the time we offer in house entertainment instead of hiring escorts because we mix business with pleasure. We do everything in our power to satisfy the attendees no matter what it takes. You get my meaning?"

Amy was a little hesitant when she responded. "Uhhh well, I'm not sure. I certainly understand the requirement to set up the meetings, arrange entertainment, meals, lodging and so forth. I am a little unclear about the social aspects of the position."

Janet laughed as she responded. "Well, don't worry about that. You are a young vivacious witty woman. From our talks before we interviewed you for the position I decided you would perform admirably in that part of the job. Now, all you need to do tonight is observe and make yourself useful if someone wants a drink or something. I will make sure you are out of here early enough to get home at a decent hour. We will discuss tonight in more detail Monday morning."

Amy and Janet visited a few more minutes before Howard came into the room with three other men. They had obviously been in a bar somewhere before they arrived at the restaurant. Janet and Amy stood and walked to meet them near the table. Amy remembered seeing all three of the guests that morning at the office. She was surprised when all three had hugged Janet and gave her a kiss when she greeted them. She was also surprised that Janet had let them fondle her before shooing them into Howard's office with a giggle.

Amy remembered hearing a lot of loud laughing and conversation coming from the office most of the morning. Twice Janet had been called into the office and stayed for over a half hour each time. Both times she came back into the outer office looking flushed and with her hair and clothes in disarray. Amy just couldn't believe Janet was doing what it looked like she was doing but was too embarrassed to ask. Now, seeing the way Janet was dressed Amy once again wondered if Janet was cheating on her husband. She knew they had only been married a little over two years and she just couldn't believe Janet would do something like that.

Howard had reached out and put his arm around Amy when she and Janet walked up to him and the three strangers. He pulled her to his side and held her tightly while he introduced her. "This is Janet's assistant Amy," he said. "She won't be with us for the entire evening. She's relatively new in the position and is still learning the ropes. We hope to have her up to speed for your next visit. We are still teaching her the job and she has to get back home to her husband in good condition today." Amy had been surprised at the laughter that followed that statement but she just put it down to their weird sense of humor.

As soon as the men were seated, Amy and Janet were kept busy taking notes, providing copies of the contracts they were negotiating and making and delivering drinks. The men all insisted they sit at the table with them between deliveries however. Amy and Janet sat with one of the guests on either side of them and Howard sat on the other side of the table. After the business was finished Amy had a couple of drinks with the men. 

Howard finally decided it was time to eat and Amy let the waiter know it was time to serve the meal. All through the excellent meal the man to Amy's left tried to get his hand under her skirt. She pushed him away several times and finally turned to him in exasperation. She was going to order him to stop in no uncertain manner. What she saw when she turned toward him left her speechless.

Janet was kissing the man on her opposite side while he played with her nipple. He had his hand all the way down her dress and the strap off her shoulder. Amy watched in shock when the man that had been trying to get his hand up her dress turned to Janet and placed his hand on her bare leg. Amy watched him slowly run his hand under Janet's dress. Janet moaned and spread her legs. She lifted the leg near the man rubbing her thigh and placed it over his leg, resting it on him. When he ran his hand up Janet's leg Amy could see she had no panties on.

Amy watched speechlessly when Janet leaned back in her chair and rolled her hips up. This gave the man playing with her cunt better access. Janet moaned when he found her clit. Janet's hips began to undulate and she thrust herself repeatedly against his fingers. Howard looked at Amy and smiled then said, "Amy it looks like Janet is busy right now. Would you please get everyone more to drink? And then, unless you want to stay and play with us I suppose you should run on home. I think Janet can handle the rest of the evening."

Amy was to remember that first evening in vivid detail for years. She left the conference room so horny her juices were running down her thighs. Jeffery was still up when she got home and was worried about her when he saw how she looked. She wouldn't tell him what the problem was but did say, "Oh, Honey. After the business part of the meal Howard, Janet and the three customers wanted to do some socializing. Howard said he and Janet could take care of the rest of the business so I came on home. Some of the things Janet did and said tonight just worried and surprised me. It's nothing for you to worry about. I'm sure we will clear it up Monday."

Amy worried about what Janet was doing to her husband all that weekend. She was no closer to an answer Monday morning than she had been that Friday night. Janet's ready smile and welcome Monday left Amy wondering once more. She was sure she could not have done what Janet did Friday evening then acted so normal the next Monday!

Janet heard Amy's quiet "Good Morning." when she entered their office and looked at her in concern. "Amy what's wrong?" she asked.

Amy fidgeted and couldn't look Janet in the face when she answered. "Nothing at all Janet. I just...Well, I...How could you do something like that to Danny? I mean you let those men..."

Janet broke out in her hearty sunny laughter as she relaxed back into her chair. "Oh, my God Amy. You're too much. I didn't do anything to Danny. All I did is my job and had a LOT of fun while I did it! Danny has no idea what I do in our meetings and at our suppers of course and I hope to God he never finds out but I didn't do anything to him. I know from our visits before you were promoted that you were a little wild before you got married. You told me how much you loved the sex with different men and were a little sorry you had to end it when you got serious with Jeffery. Well, as my assistant you can get some of that excitement back and enjoy yourself again and be paid very well for it to boot."

Amy looked shocked as Janet continued. "What you saw last night was just me letting my hair down a little while we wined and dined the important men visiting our office. If I can get my horns dulled and get some strange while we do it what's the big deal? It didn't cost Danny or me anything. In fact we both benefit from my little trysts. I get some strange cock and for several days after Danny and I get some great sex at home. I am so worked up and excited after I am with businessmen that I nearly fuck him to death. You really ought to try it next time. Besides, statistical studies have shown 43% of married men admit cheating on their wives and over 27% of married women cheat on their husbands. Why shouldn't I have a little fun on the side since Danny probably is?"

Amy just shook her head and said, "I never could do that to Jeffery. I just couldn't."

Janet laughed and responded, "Oh, come on. Are you trying to tell me you didn't go home horny as hell? I bet your pussy was gushing before you even left the restaurant. I also bet you fucked Jeffery blind this weekend. Now didn't you?

Amy blushed and turned her head. Janet said again, "Didn't you?"

Finally Amy looked at Janet and blushed. She shook her head yes and whispered, "Yes. But I could never do what you did."

Janet just looked at her and laughed. "Bullshit," she said. I remember you telling me you pulled a train at your Bachelorette Party two weeks before you got married. If you can play around then you sure can do it now. It's even safer to do it at our meetings because no one's going to run to Jeffery and tattle now are they? It's not something you have to do though. It's just a little added benefit of our position. We have the opportunity to play with some movers and shakers. Men who aren't afraid to spend money to have a good time and who know how to fuck a girl senseless. Don't worry about it. Just do your job and let me do mine and you'll do fine. If I was wrong about you, let me know and you can go back to your old job. Just please promise me you won't tell Danny I let my hair down at the meetings."

Amy almost screamed when she said, "OH, NO. Please. I don't want to go back to my old job. I like this job and I really, really want to move up in the company. I need this higher salary. I'll do my best to keep the customer's happy." Amy felt guilty about what she had just promised Janet she would do and about helping Janet cheat. She did not want to rat her friend out and she wanted the more prestigious position so badly she was willing to do anything to keep it. She had always admired rich men or men in powerful positions. She would do almost anything to associate with them. Amy promised to keep quiet about the activities at their meetings and to fully assist Janet.

Amy did not see Janet's smirk after the conversation ended and she turned to her desk. Janet picked up her phone and called Howard. "It was touch and go for a moment but I think she is fully on board now. I had to remind her about her slutting around at her Bachelorette Party to bring her around but I think she is ready for the next step."

After the morning break Howard came into the outer office and stopped before Janet's desk. Janet and Amy looked at him when he said, "You two were great Friday night. Amy all three of the guys thought you were really hot and knew your job. They're looking forward to you joining in the negotiation session the next time they are in town."

Howard turned to Janet and continued, "And thanks to you Janet, we got the signatures we needed early this morning. Here is the bonus you earned last night for your assistance. I'm sorry it's only $10000 this time but the contract was only for a year with options to renew for another. Are you going to do something special with this bonus or squirrel it away like you have the others?"

Janet smiled and asked, "What do you think? It always goes into the rat hole why would I change?" After Howard left, Amy sat and stared at Janet while she looked at the cash. She had never seen that much money in cash before. "What...I mean you get $10000..."

Janet laughed again at Amy and said, "Amy, Amy. Don't strain yourself. If someone does something extraordinary in the performance of their job they should get a bonus shouldn't they? Well Howard believes I was instrumental in getting signatures on that contract—a contract that generates more per unit than the industry norm I might add. Why shouldn't he give me a bonus for that? Of course that isn't ALL I got out of it is it?" She giggled again and winked at Amy.




Jeffrey's Divorce and Recovery



Three weeks later Amy was given responsibility for setting up the next meeting. She was told on a Tuesday morning that they needed to set up a meeting for four men a week from the next Thursday in a town over 1200 miles away. She was given the responsibility of getting all the details for the hotel rooms, meeting room, meal and drinks in order. 

Before she left for home the Tuesday evening before their Wednesday flight Janet suggested she bring something more appropriate than business attire to wear to the meeting. She also said, "Honey if you think you are going to be too late getting back to your own room Thursday evening or if you will be busy when you get there you might tell Jeffery the cell service is blocked at this hotel meeting room. Actually that isn't too far off as you have to go outside for a good signal."

The next morning Amy was getting in her car to leave when she remembered what Janet had said. Jeffery was about to get into his car also so she yelled across the garage at him. She said, "Oh, Honey. I almost forgot. Janet told me the hotel we are staying at in Sacramento gets really poor cell reception inside. It is cement construction and some of the meeting rooms don't have any reception. If you can't get me just leave a message or call the hotel switchboard." She dropped back into her car and backed out of the garage with a little smile on her face. Jeffery had never asked what hotel she was staying at!

Amy was so nervous the day of the meeting she could hardly function. Finally, after the room was set up Janet pulled her over to the bar and poured her a good stiff glass of Glenlivet. "Drink up honey. You look as pale as a sheet and are almost trembling. This is nothing but a business meeting and a little entertainment. Don't worry about it any further. We have four important men and Howard to entertain and we certainly don't want you to be so nervous you can't help with it."

By the time the dishes from the meal were cleared the drinks and conversation had relaxed Amy. She and Janet had been busy delivering drinks to the men. At first she tried to keep them from touching her but as the night progressed she started to enjoy the men's touches. Amy felt her pussy moistening and her nipples had been hard almost all evening. Of course watching Janet and what the men were doing to her sure helped make her horny. Janet was walking around with her top unbuttoned and tits flopping. When she delivered a drink she usually rubbed her tits on the men's faces before she left. She obligingly spread her legs when a man ran his hand under her skirt. All in all, it had been years since Amy was this excited and horny.

When Amy finished delivering another round of drinks she once again took her seat between the two businessmen she had been visiting with that night. She turned to ask the man on her right if he had everything he needed and gasped. She saw Janet and her two men beginning to play. When the man seated beside her turned to see what she gasped at he grinned.

"Well," he said. "Looks like we need to get with the program don't it Amy?" After he said that he leaned toward her for a kiss. Amy was so horny she leaned toward him and returned the kiss. She felt his hands rubbing up her sides and his thumbs gently flick her turgid nipples. She moaned into the kiss when she felt the man on her left slide his hand up her thigh and begin playing with her soaked pussy. She had left her panties and bra in her room so neither man had trouble touching what he was after. 

When the man she was first kissing broke the kiss the man on her left pulled her toward him and began kissing her. Amy moaned again and spread her legs to let both men finger her cunt. Before she knew it she was having her first orgasm. Janet came right after she did.

Amy opened her eyes and turned toward him when she heard Howard say, "What say we adjourn this meeting to more comfortable surroundings?"

All four men said that was a great idea so they all 7 straightened their clothes for the walk through the lobby to the elevators. The elevator doors weren't fully closed when Amy felt her top being pushed below her breasts. She gasped when a warm mouth surrounded each of her turgid nipples. She felt her knees try to buckle when they were sucked deeply into the two mouths. She and Janet were both moaning by the time the elevator stopped on their floor. 

When the elevator door started to open Amy tried to pull her top up. The men sucking and gently biting her breasts wouldn't move and Janet laughed at her. Amy looked at Janet and she smiled, and then shook her head no. Amy and her lovers walked down the hallway with them still sucking her nipples. Janet followed with one man's finger in her cunt and the other man fingering her asshole. Each woman stopped at the door to her room. Howard opened them and grandly gestured the lovers into their rooms. He followed Amy and her men into her room, and then opened the door connecting the two rooms.

Amy's lovers gently guided her to the bed and pushed her back. One of them continued to suck and kiss her breasts while the other pushed her skirt up to her waist and began licking her pussy. Amy cried out when his tongue touched her clit for the first time. He was a maestro. Within minutes she was thrashing out in another orgasm. Almost before she finished Cumming she felt the bed shift and his cock was nudging up against her wet cunt lips.

Amy looked up into Sal's eyes when he began to thrust his cock toward her cunt. She felt her eyes enlarge when she felt the size of it. She sucked in a deep breath and held her mouth wide open. Sal's cock felt as big around as a beer can. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and felt pressure, more pressure, then the head of his cock popped into her cunt. Amy screamed and tried to pull back but Sal held her hips and kept his cock inside her. After she got used to the size of it he pulled back a little and thrust forward again driving more into Amy's tight cunt. Once more he pulled back and Amy felt him adjust his position. He pulled back slightly once again and slammed forward driving his entire length into her.

Amy screamed when Sal bottomed out in her. His pubic bone slammed into her clit then he rotated his hips in a circle rubbing her. She felt the tingling in her loins as the pleasure mounted. Sal began pulling back slowly and slamming back into Amy. She was lubricating so much it felt like she was peeing on herself. She could feel the moisture almost to her waist on the sheet when she placed her hands on the bed beside herself. She was moaning and groaning as she thrust back toward Sal helping him fuck her. She loved how amazing this felt. She had sampled her first new cock after being married almost three years. She remembered there were three more new cocks waiting on her.

Amy turned her head when she felt the side of the bed sink and saw Howard holding his cock out to her. Without thinking she opened her mouth and he fed his long thin rod into her. He kept inserting and withdrawing until she was taking his entire length down her throat. When Sal thrust into her he drove Howard deeper into her throat. She was in an almost constant state of orgasm.

Amy felt Howard's cock swelling and then he released into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed but still had some sperm run down her cheek. As Howard was pulling from her mouth Amy heard Sal grunt louder than normal and slam deeply into her. She felt his cock pulse as she took his first load into her hungry cunt.

Sal leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips and said, "God girl. You were better than I dreamed you would be." 

Amy giggled when he pulled from her cunt and stood. She was lying basking in the afterglow of the orgasms Sal had given her when Jack crawled between her legs and slid his cock into her. Amy moaned and began thrusting against him as she built to yet another orgasm. She and Jack came at nearly the same time. 

After this second orgasm, Amy's night degenerated into a blur. She didn't remember how many orgasm's she had or how long she fucked. All she remembered was she fucked all 5 of the men several times. They would move back and forth between the two rooms fucking her and Janet as the mood struck them. Twice in the night she woke up when someone began fucking her again. Finally about dawn Amy heard the hall door close and she was left alone. She drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

Just before 1 p.m. Janet came through Amy's door. She still looked tired but was dressed in her business suit. "Amy? Amy honey you have to get up and get dressed. Howard has the signed contracts and is on his way back to pick us up. We only have about three hours to check out and make our flight home."

Amy groaned and forced herself to get up. Her whole body ached and her cunt, mouth and asshole were so sore. She hoped she didn't look as bad as Janet did. Janet guided her into the shower and packed her bags while she was cleaning up. Amy was in her underwear when Howard knocked on the door. When she found out whom it was Janet just opened the door for him.

Amy screamed and tried to cover herself when she saw Howard enter the room. Howard laughed and walked up to her. He said, "Oh, come on Amy. I saw everything you have last night. Why are you trying to hide it from me now? Hell, I fucked you three times last night. Now cut out the false damn modesty and kiss me."

When he finished talking Howard pulled Amy to him and gave her a deep kiss. Amy felt her cunt moisten and she moaned when he slid his hand down into her panties. Her mouth opened and her tongue began wrestling with Howard's. She moaned again and pressed her body to his. Howard laughed when Amy spread her legs to give him more room to play with her cunt. She began hunching against his invading fingers. Janet looked at Howard over Amy's shoulder and mouthed "Bingo". 

Howard nodded his head and withdrew his hand from Amy's crotch. He licked his fingers and said, "Mmmm Tasty. Now hurry up and get ready. We don't want to miss our flight." 

Thankfully the girls got some more sleep on the flight home so they didn't look too bad when their husbands picked them up at the airport. Howard smiled and shook each man's hand as he said, "You guys ought to be proud of these two. I don't think I would have gotten the contracts signed without them and I am positive we wouldn't have got as good a price without their help. Now take them home and let them know how much you've missed them this week." He turned to Janet and Amy and said, "I'll see you in the office Monday you two."

Amy couldn't look Jeffery in the eyes that entire evening. She was so scared he could tell she had taken a lover she was sick. When Jeffery asked her what she had done during the evenings she said, "Oh, we had supper with the customers and visited a while then I went back to my room." While she was saying that Amy got sick at her stomach and ran into the bathroom and threw up.

Jeffery was worried about her and followed her into the bathroom. "Honey are you OK?" he asked.

Amy was crying and throwing up. Between heaves she said, "Yeah. My stomach has been upset since lunch. We had some greasy Mediterranean food and it and the spices have gotten to me. I'm really tired. I think I'll go to bed now."

On Monday morning Amy and Janet were sitting talking during the morning break when Howard once again came into the outer office. He smiled at both girls and passed out the bonuses. They were once again in cash. Janet got $15000 and Amy got $10000. Amy felt her cunt gush when she remembered what she had done to "earn" her bonus.

The weeks progressed and Amy was called on to travel one or two times a month. More and more often Amy had to "work" late and she occasionally had Saturday meetings. She didn't get a "bonus" for every meeting but whenever the meeting resulted in an income stream for the company she did. Jeffery was getting angry and complaining about her hours.

About three months after the first meeting Amy set up by herself Janet came to work one morning very upset. She had been crying and cried off and on all morning. Just before she left for lunch Janet told Amy she might be late because she had a doctor's appointment. Janet never came back to work that day.

The next morning Janet came to work looking like she hadn't slept at all. As soon as Howard came in Janet gave Amy a small smile and walked into Howard's office. They were there for over a half hour. When she came out Janet had been crying again and was pale as a sheet. She looked at Amy and said, "Howard wants to see you."

When Amy walked into Howard's office he pointed to a chair and said, "Close the door." After Amy sat down Howard looked at her then leaned back in his chair. He laced his fingers together and rested his hands on his stomach. Howard sighed and said, "Amy Janet is going to take a new job next month. I know you were planning on another year learning from her before she would have normally been promoted but something has come up and she will leave sooner. I have to ask. Do you want her job as my Administrative Assistant? You know there are a lot of late nights and trips involved. Do you think Jeffery will cause trouble? I would guess you would be doing about 1/3 more after hours and traveling than you do now even with the assistant you and I will have to find for you."

Amy was shocked at Janet's abrupt departure and excited about the new position. Not only was the salary double what she now made but also the bonuses were much greater. She had been an assistant for only about a year now and she already had about $100000 in bonus money stashed in her safe deposit box. She had intended telling Jeffery about it when she first began getting it but couldn't think of a way to make it sound legitimate since it was paid in cash. Since it was under the table money she had not reported it for income tax purposes either. 

After a few "meetings" she got to thinking if Jeffery ever found out what she was doing she might need the extra money to live on if he-no, let's be honest here, when he-divorced her. As a result Amy had quite a secret stash now and the new position would help her add to it rapidly. Janet's bonuses were from half again to twice what she got for each meeting they both attended.

After Howard and she ironed out the transition, Amy walked back into the outer office. Janet's eyes were bloodshot and she had a damp tissue in her hand. Amy wrapped her arm around Janet and asked, "What's wrong Janet. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Janet shook her head no and whispered, "I'm pregnant. Danny and I have been planning on starting a family but I'm not sure it's his. Oh, Amy I think I got pregnant on the coast at that first meeting you set up. I had forgotten I was off the pill until after we started playing then it was too late. I didn't remember until the next morning and there was no way to get the morning after pill. I finally convinced myself I would be safe but I don't think now I was. The timing is wrong for this to be Danny's child. I don't know what to do. If I get an abortion I'm afraid Danny will find out and if I don't I'm afraid he can tell the child isn't his. Oh, what am I going to do?"

That night Amy went home early. She could hardly wait for Jeffery to get home so she could tell him about her promotion. Unfortunately when she told him he was far from happy. In fact he asked, "Is there any way you can get out of it? I hate you being gone as much as you are and I sure don't want you to be gone more. Why don't you just quit or change jobs?"

Amy was angry and shouted, "Oh, it's OK for you to have late business meetings and work 5O plus hours a week but I can't? Well Mr. Big Shot, my job is as important to me as yours is to you. Besides I am meeting important powerful men that can help us get ahead and out of this little town. Also, I'll be making the same amount as you now and will have the responsibility to go with it. You have to work late and travel and so do I. If you can't be happy for me live with it. If everything goes well I should be in a job that requires a lot less travel and late nights in a couple of years then we can enjoy the things we used to do again."

Things were tense for the next several weeks but Jeffery finally seemed to accept Amy's job and work hours. He was upset because their sex life took another nosedive. Amy now got home very late one or two nights a week but he adjusted. What really upset him though were the weekend meetings. It seemed like at least once a month Amy had to either stay over to Saturday or Sunday at a meeting away from home or she had to leave early Sunday to get to one on time. He couldn't understand that and never got an acceptable answer from her about it.

After Amy had been in her job 6 month's she came home looking upset. Her eyes were red from crying and she was holding a wet handkerchief. Jeffery walked to her and asked, "Amy Honey. What's wrong?"

She plastered herself into Jeff's chest and hugged him to herself tightly. "I had a drink after work with Janet and she told me Danny was divorcing her. You know she got pregnant and had to find a less stressful job when I got the early promotion? Well, when she had the baby it was black. Danny was in the delivery room with her and when he saw the baby come out he looked at Janet and said, "You cheating bitch. You and your bastard can go to hell."

Janet said he just walked out of the room and she hasn't seen him since. He didn't come get her to take her home and when she got to the house the door locks had been changed. She was served with divorce papers at work and he refuses to talk to her.

Jeffery looked at Amy and asked, "How did she get pregnant?" He looked funny then said, "You know what I mean, how did it happen. Was she a cheater or what? The few times I met her and when we went out with her and Danny I thought she was so in love with Danny. Heck I'm surprised she even found time to cheat if she was as busy as you are." Jeff's eyes got big and he blurted out, "Those Damn business trips and late nights! She was cheating on Danny then wasn't she? Why did you put up with that? I..."

Jeffery stopped in the middle of the sentence and looked at Amy in shock. Amy felt herself blanch then she turned red as she stared into the eyes of her husband. What she saw there scared her. She felt her stomach clench and felt her knees begin to shake. She started to cry when she heard Jeff say, "Have you been cheating on me at those meetings?"

Amy moaned out, "Noooo. I've been hit on a lot but no. I never"

Jeff broke into her sentence and said, "You damn well better not have been. I've been worried for months that something was wrong with all this. Now I think I know. If I ever find out you screwed around on me it's over. You'll be out that damn door with nothing just like the pre nup says." He turned and walked back into the den while Amy stared at his back and cried.

The next morning, a Thursday, Amy was opening the door into the garage when she yelled to Jeff, "I'll be late again tonight Honey. We have another late presentation on the Stover proposal," Just after yelling that information to her husband Jeffery she hurried out the garage door hoping she could get in her car before he responded or caught her. Amy sighed as the door closed with no comment from Jeffery.

While driving down the street toward her office Amy wished there was a way to curtail her late nights and weekends before Jeffery got so upset he did something foolish. Amy loved Jeffery to death-or at least she thought she still did. Her new job and its responsibilities not only took a lot of her time and energy but it left her very little time to spend with Jeffery and even less opportunity to take care of him sexually. In fact, the social responsibilities of her new job left her exceedingly satisfied sexually and she loved the bonus money. That the very virile men she was screwing were rich and powerful was just icing on the cake. If she played her cards right she was sure one of them could help her and Jeffery get a better job in a real city.




Jeffrey's Divorce and Recovery



Amy knew she only had another year or maybe a little more in her position before her boss found another Administrative Assistant. Janet, the woman she had replaced made it clear that the clients tired of the same entertainment over time and she needed to put her all into it for as long as she could. Normally Howard kept an Administrative Assistant about two years. 

If she had been successful in her job as Howard's Assistant she could obtain another highly paid position within the company or he would help her find another job of comparable or better salary with another company. Normally after she left her job as his Administrative Assistant if she stayed with the company she would only be called upon a few times a year to help his current assistant with projects. Of course from time to time one of the salesmen or customers might request time with her. Janet had told her as the years progressed that possibility became less and less. Personnel changed and they didn't know of the past assistants or they preferred the new younger ones.

Amy thought about her job and the money she and Jeffery were making. She wished he would take a better job. She just had to convince one of her contacts to offer him a better job and him to take it. If he made more money she probably wouldn't have taken the job as Janet's Secretary. Well, at least she wouldn't have kept it after she found out about the 'social' part of it. She was scared Jeff would find out what she was doing but she wanted to make big dollars and live the good life so badly she was willing to take the chance. 

Amy giggled to herself and thought, let's be honest here too; Most of the time the sex with the various executives and salesmen was out of this world good. She got a huge thrill just from sleeping around on Jeff and occasionally she got a really great cocksman to boot. Of course she did hope she could parlay her 'friendship' with some of the movers and shakers into better paying jobs for herself and Jeffery also.

She sighed. Jeffery was a business analyst for gosh sakes. He had a MBA degree from Wharton School of Business and was only making $64000 per year working for that sappy company in his hometown. Sometimes she wondered what the heck a feed and farm supply store needed with analysis of companies they did business with. She had tried repeatedly to get him to leave and take a better job and every time he refused.

When Amy got home she found a note from Jeff. He told her he had to go to Steelville and consult with the management of the Feed and Farm Supply store. He knew since it was in the middle of the week she wouldn't take off from her job so he just packed and left. His note continued, "Since I'll be home for the meeting I think I will spend a few days visiting the folks. I'll probably be home sometime early next week. If you need me, call my cell or Dad and Mom. I'll probably stay with them or in one of the cabins at the resort."

Amy felt her jaws clench in anger. She didn't know what the hell he saw in that damn hick town. The population of the whole damn town was just a little over 1000. The next larger town was 25 miles away and it only had 10500 or so population. That is why she had insisted they work here in Springville. At least the town was large enough they had some nightlife-not that they managed to get out much. Even before she took her new job Jeff had refused to go out much. She had to force him to join the country club and then he almost never went out there. Imagine a grown businessman that only played golf when he had to! Why in the world he would rather fish and hunt was beyond her understanding. She wished they had managed to live in a town with more than 150000 population but this was as far as Jeff was willing to move from his precious home-70 freaking miles!

Jeff hadn't told anyone he was coming home so when he pulled into his parent's driveway he wasn't surprised to see they were gone. He figured they were either in town having supper or over at one of the families homes. Since it was only a short way down the road he went to his grandfather Fielding's home first and hit pay dirt. The whole family was out on the patio having a party! 

When he walked around the corner his sister saw him first and screamed, "Jeff! My god what drug you away from the big city?" She ran up to him and gave him a big hug. The rest of the family wasn't too far behind. All were glad to see him. After the greetings had died down, Jeff asked what the party was in honor of. They told him and he was embarrassed. He had forgotten it was his sister's baby's second birthday and they were celebrating.

Jeff sank into a chair with a sigh and gratefully drank down the shot of Glenlivet his Grandfather handed him. He held his glass out for a refill as he felt his muscles start to relax. Even over the children's screams and laughter he could hear the trickling of the nearby stream flowing over the rocks in the ripple on its way to the swimming hole.

From time to time Jeffery caught his Grandmother Ann watching him. Once he saw her whispering to his mother, father and Grandfather Jim.

The party slowly wound down and everybody left except for Jeffery, his grandparents whose house this was and his parents. They all drug up chairs and faced him. His grandmother spoke for the group when she said, "OK son. Out with it. You come in here in the middle of the week without your wife and look like somebody stole your favorite toy. Now cut the crap and tell us what's wrong in Springville."

Jeff sat and stared at the old woman in shock. Was he that obvious? He opened his mouth then closed it. He took a deep breath and sighed. Finally he said, "I don't know if anything's wrong but sometimes I just feel like Amy's..."

"Out with it boy. Amy's what?" his grandmother asked. "Amy's cheating on you or leaving you or what? Come on now, I recognize that look. God help me I've seen it before." All the other adults looked at each other and his grandmother blushed a little. He remembered she and his grandfather had been divorced a little over 4 years then remarried when their second mates had died in a traffic accident. Could the divorce have been because Grandma Ann cheated on Grandpa Jim?

Jeff sighed and shook his head. "I just don't know," he said. I can't find any evidence but I have strong suspicions. She was Secretary to the Administrative Assistant at Harriman for several months. She had to dress nicer but her dress and makeup were more like she was on the prowl than working in a business. She had to work late several nights a month and took an overnight trip several times. After any of those nights she wouldn't have anything to do with me sexually. She did everything she could to avoid me those nights up to and including starting arguments."

"You know when the Admin Assistant took another job she got to be Admin Assistant. She is away from home at least one night a week until after midnight and once or twice a month she has to take a two to four day business trip with Mr. Harriman. Almost all the trips begin or end with one full day of the weekend in them."

"Amy refuses to talk about her job and refuses to quit doing it. She keeps saying she only has to hang in there for a year or two and she can apply for a less demanding job and almost be assured of getting it. It's like there is no competition when the time comes."

"I have done some research and almost all Mr. Harriman's Administrative Assistants have held the job for two years after holding the assistant's job for anywhere from 1 to two years. All his assistants are young-in their early to late 20's and married. He seems to have something for married assistants. I couldn't find one of his past assistants that had been single. I am positive some would have applied for the job and been well suited for It; Perhaps better suited than a married woman because they were freer to travel."

"Apparently some Administrative Assistant's Secretaries don't work out because many of them leave at the end of their 6 month probation period. Every one that lasted past 6 months has gone on to be Mr. Harriman's Admin Assistant. All the Admin Assistants got a job that paid the same or more if they stayed with the company or a job that had similar compensation if they left."

"Additionally I found three of the Assistants marriages ended in divorce because they were caught cheating during some of the business meetings and or trips. Amy was only Administrative Assistant's Secretary about one year because her boss got pregnant and left the position. About 6 months after she left she had a child and her husband filed for divorce. The child was black and Janet and her husband were both white. As often as they had business meetings and took business trips Janet almost had to become pregnant on company business. By my estimation, taking into consideration Amy's schedule, she only had about three nights a week when she would be home with her husband and if she was like Amy she crashed and burned those nights."

"When Amy told me about her ex boss I am afraid I let my mouth outrun my brain. I said the first thing that popped into my mind. I have been getting more and more upset and angry with Amy and her damn schedule and I popped off. As best as I remember, I said, "What happened? You know what I mean, how did it happen. Was she a cheater or what? The few times I met her and when we went out with her and Danny I thought she was so in love with Danny." 

Then, when I watched Amy's face I had a thought and blurted out, "Those Damn business trips and late nights! She was cheating on Danny then wasn't she? Damn it you were with her a lot of the time. Why did you put up with that?"

"I remember looking at Amy in shock as the idea first hit my brain. I saw her blanch then she turned red as she stared at me. She looked scared and started to cry when I said that." Then I asked her, "Have you been cheating on me at those meetings? Amy said she hadn't but she had been hit on a lot."

I remember telling her, "You damn well better not have been cheating. I've been worried for months that something was wrong with all this. Now I think I know. If I ever find out you screwed around on me it's over. You'll be out that damn door with nothing just like the pre nuptial agreement says. Then I left her standing and I walked into the den while she cried."

"This morning before she left Amy yelled down the hallway at me that she had another late night meeting to service an account. I know it's supposedly her job but I just don't see why Howard needs two women with him at every meeting to help him take care of his customers and suppliers unless there is something fishy going on. I guess I came home partly to see if you would authorize the investigation company to check up on Howard and Amy. Of course I wanted to see all of you too. I'll pay for the investigation out of my funds but I need your permission to authorize the change in work for Homer."

All the older Fieldings leaned back in their chairs after Jeff finished. Finally his father Paul said, "Son there seems to be something wrong with the picture you painted but for the life of me I can't say what at this point. From what you have told us about Amy in the past this could be something she would do. You know how she feels about the excitement of larger cities and her need for the nightlife. We worried when she refused to move to a city smaller than Springville but it was your and her decision so we didn't say anything." 

Paul turned to his father and said, "Dad I think we should support Jeff on this. Let's get Homer and Jeff together tomorrow and see what they can come up with."

Paul then said, "It's getting late. Jen are you ready to go home?" He looked at Jeff and said, "Jeff you coming out to the house or staying here?"

Jeff sat a short while and said, "If there's a cabin open I think I want to go to the lodge. I might get some fishing in while I think about this mess. Call me on my cell when you have the time set up with Homer please."

Jim went into the house and got the key for the Resort office. He handed it to Jeff and told him, "This is the key to the Resort front door and my office key is the other one. Cabin keys are in the center desk drawer. Use the 'Honeymoon' cabin son. I know it's no honeymoon for you but the Honeymoon cabin is the best and most secluded cabin. Plus, of course, it's closer to the best swimming and fishing holes. We don't have it scheduled for the next few days so you can use it as long as you want. Do you want to have breakfast with us here or in town or do you want to eat at the resort?"

Jeff thought for a moment then he replied, "I really don't know. Right now I don't feel much like breakfast. I guess I'll find something out there if that's ok."

By the time Jeff drove the three miles to the Resort, got the key and unloaded his bags it was almost 3 a.m. He just stripped and crawled into bed without unpacking or showering. The next thing he knew was when he heard a female voice yell, "Mr. Fielding are you still in here? This is Abigail. Your Father tried to call you and when you didn't answer your cell he called the office. He says your meeting is set up for lunch. You need to be in the café at 1230 if that's OK."

Jeff heard footsteps coming toward his bedroom and hurriedly reached for the bed sheet to pull over himself. He stared at the very lovely woman that walked through the door. He saw her blush and decided she saw him before he got completely covered. He said, "I'm sorry Abigail. I wasn't expecting visitors and, well, you caught me..."

Abigail let loose with the most enticing giggle and said, "That's OK Sir. I'm sorry I barged in here on you like that but I knocked and you didn't answer. When I came in I didn't hear you say anything so I was coming back here to see if you were here or out fishing. Your father said you might be on the river." She looked at him shyly and said softly, "Besides, before my family left me I had two brothers. I didn't see anything I haven't seen a lot of times before."

Abby smiled and said, "It's 10:30 now. Do you want me to find some breakfast for you or do you just want to wait for lunch?"

Jeff smiled and said, "No breakfast but if you have some coffee up there I would be forever grateful if you would share it with me."

Abby looked at him and smiled then she responded, "We sure do and I just made it fresh. Want me to bring some down or will you have it with me in the dining room?"

"I'll come up. See you in a few. And Abigail...thanks."

Jeff arrived at the café about ten minutes early and found his father, grandfather and a man that was introduced as Homer Scroggins already there. They shook hands and made small talk while they ordered then Jeff's father Paul said, "Son I've filled Homer in on what you told us last night. Why don't you give it to him again and then tell us all you know about Harriman's business. If you want we can go back to the Resort before you get into the personal items with Homer."

For the next thirty minutes Jeff told Homer about how Amy was acting and how much time she spent working late and on her business trips. He told him about the small amount of information he had uncovered about the past Administrative Assistants, their tenure and that of their Secretaries. Jeff was surprised he didn't know more about Harriman's business and vowed he would remedy that problem when he returned home. All he knew for certain was they printed all types of business forms. He was in the business of looking up companies and analyzing their various reports. It would be a little more difficult since Harriman wasn't a publicly traded company but he could get a lot of information on them. He promised to gather that information and get it back to Homer within a week.

When they got back to the resort Jeffery invited Homer into his cabin and offered him a drink before they got started. Homer said, "No thanks, not right now but if you want one feel free. As you know I recorded our talk in the cafe and I would like to record this one. Do you mind?"

Jeffery sighed and said, "No, go ahead."

Homer then said, "Ok Mr. Fielding. Please tell me everything you can about your wife Amy, her job and responsibilities. I also need to know about her friends and clubs as well as anything out of the ordinary you might have noticed over the last few months. Please don't leave out anything that may be even tangentially related to these topics."

Jeff sighed and began. He said, "Well Homer I met Amy in the fall semester of my last year in college. She was going to finish her Bachelors degree in May and I was going to finish my Master's degree the same month. I was the teaching assistant for a business class she was taking. She was beautiful, witty and always had a large group of friends-both male and female with her. I was mesmerized by her but at first I tried to keep my distance as I felt an instructor should."

To this day I am not sure if she truly had trouble with the subject course work or if she was feigning a problem but she kept coming to me for help and I would give it to her. At first we met in the library but after a few sessions we would adjourn to a local hang out after the session to continue with a conversation we had started or just to relax with a beer. Before long we started dating. I loved so much about her I fell deeper and deeper under her spell."

Amy was caring, kind and considerate. She and I seemed to like the same things. We both liked the same type of food and movies. We had similar outlooks politically and socially. We danced and partied with the best of them. As we became more and more attached to each other she cut back on her bar hopping with her friends until we discovered we spent almost every night with each other. By Valentines Day I was madly in love with her and after a romantic meal I asked her to marry me. She agreed and set the date for June 13 after we graduated."

"All went great. Her family liked me and I liked them. The only problem seemed to be with my family. For some reason none of my family was as enthralled with Amy as I was. They all told me she was witty, charming and brilliant but my Grandmother especially told me to watch her, that she didn't think she was right for me. When I told them I was going to marry her though they all pulled together and helped us out." 

"I don't know if I didn't tell Amy about my plans after graduation or if she ignored me but when I let her know I was going to work for the family firm and planned to move back here to work she got upset. She told me there was no way she was going to maroon herself in this little berg and I had better rethink my career plans. She said she had busted her ass to get out of the little hick town she was raised in and she would be damned if she would let me maroon her in another one. This was our first serious fight and almost caused us to break up. Finally I agreed to compromise. I would work for the firm but we would work and live in Springville. She really wasn't happy with that because to her Springville was way too small a town but I thought she accepted it fine."

"After we relocated in Springville and she found her first job the old Amy seemed to return. She was happy and go lucky again and we had so much fun. She would go out with friends occasionally but usually insisted I take her to dances and social functions almost every weekend. She insisted we join the country club so we could meet the right people and network better. After a year went by she began hinting we needed more money and a better job. She said we had met enough people that surely I could find a higher paying more responsible job with some of the larger companies in Springville or even in another city."

"You know I have been living on the salary I earn from our company plus what Amy made. We are saving money as it is but she wanted more. Amy has always wanted to swim with the big fish and go to the expensive resorts and country clubs. World traveling impresses her. Large cities excite her. She thrives on the nightlife and rubbing shoulders with the people she perceives to be rich and powerful. I guess I messed up when I didn't make sure she knew I would rather spend my spare time here fishing and visiting with friends and family. I sometimes feel her need to party and for excitement is causing her to stray."




Jeffrey's Divorce and Recovery



"When she was selected as Janet's Secretary after about six weeks she began wearing more expensive and more revealing clothes. By the time she had been in the new position for six months her entire wardrobe had changed. It was still ok for business but it pushed the limits of what was the correct business attire if you follow my meaning. Her skirts were short and blouses thin and sexier. She didn't own any business slacks. I questioned her about this and told her it made her look like she was trolling for men at work. That made her extremely angry and I was cut off for several days before we resumed sexual relations."

"Before Amy was promoted to Administrative Assistant's Secretary we had sex 4-6 days a week. After she became Janet's assistant sex dropped to 2 to 3 days per week. Now that she is Howard's Administrative Assistant I am lucky to get laid once a week. She seems to stay as far away from me as she can when she comes home late from work and I am not even allowed to see her nude those nights or touch her sexually. She says she is too tired and needs to relax. It's even worse the days she gets back from her long trips."

Homer sat pondering and reviewing the written notes he had taken. He occasionally asked probing questions to fill in some blanks. Finally he said, "OK Jeff. With the addresses and signed releases you gave me in the cafe I think I can get started. If I need anything else I have your number."

Jeff tried to relax but all he could think about was Amy and their problems. Finally Sunday afternoon he decided to return home. Before he left Steelville Jeff called Amy to let her know he was on his way back. His family didn't want him to go so soon but understood. The closer to home Jeff got the more nervous he became. When he pulled into his driveway there was a strange car in front of the garage door behind Amy's side. Jeff opened the door and drove into the garage. He walked into the house carrying his luggage and saw Amy's boss Howard sitting in the living room. Amy wasn't in the room that he could see.

When Howard saw Jeffery he stood up and said, "Jeffie we need to have a talk. Why don't you just leave that luggage there and come in here a few minutes. We need to get some things straight then I will let Amy finish filling you in."

Jeff was immediately furious. Not only had this asshole called him Jeffie but also he was giving him orders in his own house! He walked into the living room and confronted Howard. "I don't like being called Jeffie Howie and I especially don't like being ordered around in my own house. I suggest you just get your ass out of here before I decide to throw you through that door."

Howard laughed and sat back down. He said, "You can try to throw me out but I don't think you are man enough to do it. I do know if you don't change your attitude you will be in a world of hurt. Now sit down and shut up until I finish telling you how things are going to be from now on. Your attitude has upset Amy and because of that she messed up a very important contract for me Friday evening. I lost a contract that would have been worth several hundred thousand dollars because she couldn't keep her mind on the negotiations. I had three very disgruntled visitors this weekend and you're to blame young man."

"I want you ease up on Amy and let her do the job I hired her to do. She is one of the best assistants I have ever had and her negotiating powers are second to none. Your accusations and demands have messed up her ability to concentrate and I will not allow that to continue. You have a little pissant job for a two bit company and think you are controlling the ball in this game. Well let me tell you sonny boy. I can buy and sell you several times over and don't for a minute think I will allow you to mess up my business. Now when Amy comes in here you listen to her and give her your support or it will be the biggest mistake of your life." After he said that Howard stood and sneered at Jeffery before he turned and walked out the front door.

Jeffery was sitting there in shock when he heard the bedroom door open. He watched Amy quietly walk into the room and take a chair facing him. "Honey I'm sorry Howard had to be so rough on you. I tried to talk him out of it but he was so angry when he found out why I was upset Friday. The final straw was when I was so upset I couldn't help with the negotiations Friday evening. I begged him to let me try and reason with you but he wouldn't let me."

"Honey you know he is right though. You have an MBA from Wharton for God's Sake. You don't need to work for a damn feed store. Just support me for the next year or two until I can get a better job then we can leave this town for a larger city where we can make some real money. I'm making contacts that can help you get a really powerful position in a good company."

"Howard says if you don't leave things alone he will ruin you and Honey he can do it. About four years ago a couple of his assistants husbands started doing just what you are doing. He had this same type conversation with them but they wouldn't let it go. They divorced their wives and caused the women so much upset they were useless to him. He had to replace both his Admin Assistant and her Secretary at the same time. He ruined the two ex husbands. He has friends on the police force and in business all over this area. The two men lost their jobs, lost their wives and had to leave the area. They couldn't get good references and had to take menial jobs. Oh, Jeff I don't want that to happen to you-to us. I hate the thought of Mr. Harriman doing that to us. Please just help me do my job. I promise to pay more attention to you."

Jeff sat back in his seat and stared at Amy. "I can't believe you just said that Amy," he said. "All I asked of you. All I expect from you is what we vowed before God and family and friends when we got married. I'm sure you remember them-for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part, and here to I pledge my faithfulness."

"I understand a certain amount of travel and late work is possible but I think you are carrying it way too far. I will not accept things as they are currently. If you already haven't cheated on me and ended this marriage and if you want this marriage to last we need to make some changes." After saying that Jeff stood and took his bags into the bedroom to unpack. He heard Amy crying while he worked.

The next three weeks went on as before. Amy worked late and when she came home she wouldn't let Jeff near her sexually. He got a quick peck on the lips or cheek and she would run off for a soak in the tub. She took a long business trip with Howard and her Secretary. Jeff was so angry with Amy that the two times she tried to get him to have sex with her he refused. 

Friday of the third week Homer called Jeff at work. "Jeffery I'm afraid you were right. In fact this may be the worst case of cheating and betrayal by a wife I've seen for several years. Can you get back home this weekend so I can give you the report and explain what we've come up with?"

Jeffery sighed and said, "Damn. I was afraid of that. Sure Homer. Amy's off on another long business trip as you know. All I had to look forward to was sitting in the house alone again. She doesn't plan to be home until Sunday sometime as I'm sure you remember. Shall we meet tomorrow morning at the Resort-say about ten am?"

Jeffery didn't even bother to call Amy or leave her a note in the house. He knew it was useless to call her on her cell. She never answered calls when she was at her business meetings or on her business trips. He just left. He took enough clothes to stay away for several days. After all, he worked for the family business so he really didn't need his business attire unless he was going to some important meeting. He had none planned so only took one suit and a couple of "office casual" outfits and lots of everyday clothes.

Jeff had called his parents and grandparents with the news he was coming so they had his cabin unlocked and stocked for him when he arrived. Grandpa Jim and his father Paul met him at the resort. His father hugged him and said, "I'm damn sorry son. Homer wouldn't tell me what he found of course since it's your business but he said it was damn bad."

Jim looked at Jeffery and stepped up to him. He gave him a big hug and whispered, "I know what you're going to be going through. I was there several years ago. I'll be around after Howard leaves or if you want I can sit in with you."

Jeff looked at the two men and thought about it for a moment. He said, "What the hell. I'm sure this is the end of my marriage and if Howard has what I think he has I really don't care if the bitch is embarrassed. If she cheated the marriage is over so what do I care if you see some skin? Come if you want to."

After that, they settled Jeff into his cabin and all went back to the main house for supper. Afterwards they sat on Jim's patio with their drinks and watched the sun go down. Jeff sighed and said, "You know I really miss this. It almost killed me when Amy wouldn't move back here after we graduated. If I hadn't loved her so much I think I would have come home without her and we wouldn't have even gotten married. If this goes the way I think it will I want to move our research offices back here if you don't mind."

Jim looked at Paul then said, "Well son. I don't have a problem with that and I don't suppose anyone else will either. I'll check to be sure but you just plan on making the move. It'll be nice to have most of the family here in town again anyway."

Finally about 11p.m. Grandmother Ann took a very inebriated Jeffery back to his cabin and tucked him into his bed-well figuratively speaking. She helped him into the building and sat him on his bed then helped him take his shoes and trousers off. He fell back and she pulled a blanket over him.

The next morning just after eight Abigail once again woke Jeff up. This time she knocked on the front door and when he answered she came into the living area carrying a pot of fresh coffee. "Mr. Fielding your grandmother told me to have this coffee with me when I woke you up. I'll put it on the stove to keep it warm. Do you want me to make you some breakfast before you have your meeting with Mr. Scroggins?"

Jeff poked his head out the bedroom door and said, "Thanks Abigail. If it's not too much trouble I would like some breakfast. What are my choices?"

Abigail smiled and said, "I can make a country breakfast with ham, sausage or bacon or a western omelet with what I have here or I can go back and get the pancake makings. Just let me know."

Jeff smiled and said, "The Western Omelet and hash browns sound great. While you're doing that I'll just grab a quick shower."

Abigail finished the meal and went to the bathroom door to let Jeff know it was ready. She knocked and didn't get an answer so opened it a crack to tell Jeff his breakfast was ready. She blushed at what she saw. Jeff was sitting nude on the toilet looking at a picture of Amy and crying. The mirror was steamy from his shower and he was only partly dry. Abigail pulled her head back and spoke louder into the crack, "Mr. Fielding. Your breakfast is done."

Jeff jumped and answered her in a cracked voice. "Thanks Amy Unhhh Abigail. I'll be right there."

Jeff was finishing his breakfast and talking to Abigail when his father and Grandfather arrived. Abigail jumped up, loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and said, "Oh, I'll get on back to the office now. I'm sorry I kept you so long." And ran out of the building.

The three men sat drinking coffee and visiting in a desultory fashion until Homer arrived about 9:45 a.m. All three men stood and Jeff let Homer into the cabin when he knocked. After they all shook hands Jeff asked, "Homer where do you want to sit? We can use the coffee table for written documents then if you have DVD's we will be here for the TV or we can go into the dining area."

Homer stood looking thoughtful then said, "Well, we would be more comfortable in here and if you want to watch the DVD while I'm here we can but I have seen it and would advise you to watch it alone or, even better just take it to an attorney without seeing it. I'm afraid it's pretty graphic Jeff. My written report would be more than sufficient if I were you. Some of our operatives are still watching Mrs. Fielding at her business meeting but this one is just like the others she has attended since we began watching her."

We have managed to get some recordings of the daytime activities and it appears they really do negotiate contracts and transact business during the day. After quitting time I'm afraid your wife, her boss and those involved in the negotiations begin to engage in sex. Most of the times we have followed her Mrs. Fielding spends the entire night having sex with their customers. Mr. Harriman joins in of course. Then the next morning she sleeps late before rejoining the negotiations for lunch and the afternoon session. Her assistant also participates in the 'orgies' but is not as deeply involved in the evening sessions in Springville."

"We haven't been able to get into the meetings she has at her office to see what goes on there. The few dinner meetings she has had in Springville Hotels have not resulted in anything sexual. She did have one private meeting in a closed room that we were unable to access. I don't know what went on there but the operative following her said there were questionable sounds coming from the room. He did follow her up to a room with two gentlemen. She stayed for about one hour then left. She did not look mussed when she left but as you know that proves nothing."

After getting the general information and documents from Homer Jeff thanked him and escorted him to the door. When he returned to the living area he saw his Father and Grandfather reading over the report. From time to time one of them would curse. Finally Jim threw the remainder of the report onto the table with an oath. He picked up the DVD packet, looked at it, then at Jeff and Paul. He handed it to Jeff and said, "Son I...well I looked at the pictures of your Grandmother and read all the reports. Son it makes it a lot worse if you see what she's doing. It's bad enough just reading it. What do you want to do with these things?"

Jeff stood holding the DVD packet then with a curse he walked to the player. While he was inserting the first DVD he said, "I don't think I can hurt much more and I just have to see it with my own eyes. I...well, I'll understand if you don't want to see any of this but I have to see at least the first little bit."

Jeff watched while his father and grandfather walked from the cabin then hit the play button. The DVD started with Amy, Mr. Harriman and four other men walking into a hotel room. Amy was giggling and playfully swatting at the men's hands as they fondled her. Her blouse was already unbuttoned and he could tell she had no bra on. Her beautiful breasts were waggling from side to side and her nipples were already hard as rocks. The camera zoomed in and he could see a hicky on her left breast. The date stamp on the DVD showed this was taken the week after he had authorized the surveillance.

When the door closed Amy turned and wrapped her arms around a distinguished older man. They moved into a deep sensual kiss. His hands slid up her sides and his thumbs began flicking her nipples. While he did this two of the other men were slipping her skirt and blouse off her. Jeff could hear her moan when one of the men began playing with her shaved cunt. She spread her legs so he could have better access.

For about five minutes Amy stood in the center of a circle of men kissing and letting them fondle her. They undressed and she began playing with their cocks too. Howard had not undressed. When he saw all the others were naked and involved with each other he said, "My room is just through that door," and pointed to the connecting door. "If you need anything just let me know. Otherwise, you all just play until you get tired. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow morning at 10 a.m."

Howard walked through the connecting door and pulled it partly closed. The men pushed Amy back to the bed and she fell backwards on it. The older man was definitely in charge. The other three deferred to him and didn't approach Amy until he had chosen his 'position'. The older man crawled between Amy's splayed legs and used his hands to open up her pussy lips. He looked at her bare shaven cunt, grinned and began licking her. Jeff could tell when his tongue first touched her clit. She jerked and thrust her hips up. He heard her moan then she placed both her hands on his head.

Two of the other men selected a breast and began kissing and sucking her nipples. The remaining man climbed on the bed, kneeling and offered his cock to Amy. She turned her head, smiled and opened her mouth. He fed his stiff rod into her while she moaned.

Jeff was trembling while he watched Amy get ganged. Amy was moaning and thrusting her hips toward the invading tongue and at the same time she was twisting and pushing her breasts toward the two men sucking on them. After about five minutes she screamed out in an orgasm. Her legs clamped on the head of the man eating her out as she pulled his head tighter to her cunt.

After Amy relaxed the silver headed man pulled his head back and grinned. He said, "Damn Amy. Doesn't that husband of yours take care of you at all? I think you're hotter than you were last month when we were in Springville."

While he was talking to Amy he was crawling up between her legs and positioning his cock to enter her glistening cunt. Amy's hips were tilting upward to receive him and making small thrusting motions. She pulled the cock from her mouth and moaned, "Please. Please hurry and fuck me Aaron."

Aaron nudged the head of his cock into Amy's cunt then set his hips. He tensed and slammed deeply into her, thrusting 3/4 of his length into her on the first thrust. Amy screamed and grabbed his hips. He pulled back about half way and she slammed her hips upward as Aaron slammed into her again. He went all the way in on this thrust and then held himself inserted, making small circular motions with his hips as he teased Amy's clit. She was trying to thrust against him and finally he began meeting her thrust for thrust. 

Jeff watched as he sped up, faster and faster. His balls drew up tightly against the base of his cock and Jeff heard him yell out, "UNHHHH." Aaron slammed into Amy as hard as he ever had and held himself tightly against her. Jeff watched as his ass clenched and released, his ball sack contracting and releasing as he pumped his seed into his wife. That was what Amy needed to push her over the edge. She locked her ankles behind his thighs and rapidly thrust her hips against him several times. 

Amy pulled the cock from her mouth and screamed. She was licking and jerking the cock in her hands as it too unloaded sperm. That man shot it all over her face. She tried to catch it with her mouth. When he finished Amy scraped the sperm off her face and breasts then licked it from her fingers.

The two men that had cum moved away from Amy and the other two took their places, once again pushing Amy to an orgasmic plateau. After they had all recovered somewhat Aaron took her once again, dressed and left. When he was going out the door he said, "Fuck the Slut as long as you want but remember we have a staff meeting at 830 tomorrow. We need to go over the contract one more time before Howard gets there."

At first the three remaining men took turns fucking Amy then one of them got on his back and held his cock up. "Here baby. Why don't you sit on this for me?"

Amy smiled and crawled over him, grasped his cock and slid her cunt down on it. She began riding him, going faster and faster. All at once the man reached up and stopped her. He pulled her down so she was laying on his chest. The man turned his head toward the two watchers and said, "Hey Frank. You have the longest cock. Get behind ole Amy and slip your cock into her cunt beside mine."




Jeffrey's Divorce and Recovery



When Amy heard that she jerked her head up and tried to get up but the man she was laying on held her too tightly. Jeff watched with a roiling stomach when the man they called Frank crawled up behind Amy and grasped his cock. It was long. It looked like at least 8 inches and was slender too. Frank grasped his cock and placed it beside the other cock sticking in Amy's cunt and began pushing. It didn't seem to want to go in and Amy was grimacing, trying to pull away from him while she looked over her shoulder.

Finally Frank pulled back and Amy relaxed. She jumped when Frank reached down and gathered some juice and sperm that was draining from Amy's cunt. Frank rubbed the cum he had gathered over his cock and placed it against Amy's cunt lips and the cock already embedded in her. This time when he grabbed her hips and lunged forward the head of his cock popped into Amy beside the one already there.

Amy yelped and tensed up. Both men held still for a moment then Frank laughed when they felt Amy begin rocking back and forth. She was slowly pushing back on Frank and driving his cock deeper into her stretched out cunt. Jeff watched as she took a deep breath and slammed her ass back toward Frank taking the rest of his cock on that one thrust. When he was fully seated inside her Amy rested her head on the man below her for a moment then lifted it and gave him a deep sensual kiss.

During the kiss Amy began once more moving forward and pushing back, fucking herself on the two cocks invading her cunt. She was moaning almost non-stop now and her movements were speeding up. Shortly after her moans became loud enough for the microphones to pick up clearly Frank grabbed her hips tightly, leaned forward and began ramming into her fast and hard. He said, "Damn Joe. I'm about to cum. I don't think I built up to a cum this fast even the first time I had my cock in a pussy when I was sixteen!"

Joe groaned, "Me too. With both of us in her it's just so damn tight. Oh Shiiiiit," he said and grabbed Amy by the waist. He slammed his cock up into her and held her tightly. The camera showed his balls pull up against the base of his cock and Jeff watched as his crotch muscles clenched and released over and over as he pumped yet another load of sperm into Amy. Before Joe quit pumping his seed into Amy Frank groaned and pulled her ass to him as he pumped his load into her also.

Amy and the two men seemed to collapse in a pile. After they had lay together for a few minutes the men untangled themselves and rolled away from Amy. She was laying on her back now, legs splayed and huge blobs of white sperm draining out of her dilated cunt.

The third man looked at Amy laying there and without a word crawled between her legs and nudged his cock up to her draining cunt. As soon as he was safely notched in her hole he set his knees and slammed his entire length into her in one lunge. The whole bed shook when his pubic bone hit hers. Amy screamed and wrapped her arms and legs around him as they began to thrust against each other. He fucked her for nearly 15 minutes then rolled her over on top of him cowgirl style.

This man looked at his friends watching and said, "Hey guys. It's getting late and the boss wants us at that damn early meeting. What say we all fuck her at the same time then call it a night?" The two watchers smiled and moved toward the bed, Frank headed for Amy's ass and Joe for her head. They quickly positioned themselves and slid into Amy's well-used orifices. Jeff couldn't see her face very well but what he saw convinced him she loved what was happening to her. 

The three men made Amy air tight, filling all three of her holes. They would fuck her until one of them was near cumming then switch. The man in her ass always went to her mouth, the man in her mouth went to her pussy and the man in her pussy fucked her in the ass. They kept her going for almost an hour before they came. Finally about 2 a.m. all three got dressed and left.

When the door closed on them Amy staggered up and walked into Howard's room. He was laying on his bed face up holding his erect cock straight up. Amy didn't say anything, just crawled over him and slid her cunt down on him, riding him to orgasm cowgirl style. She leaned forward and kissed him then rolled off him, returned to her room and fell onto the bed. She appeared to go to sleep immediately. The camera focused in on the sperm draining from her cunt and asshole, then the screen went black.

Jeff sat in silence a short time then stood, replaced the DVD in the envelope. He filed the DVD in the envelope with several others and poured himself a water glass of Glenlivet. Jeff walked to the porch of the cabin and was startled to see his grandfather sitting waiting on him. He was embarrassed because he felt the unshed tears running down his cheeks.

Jim stood and put his arm around his grieving Grandson. "Son," he said. "I know how you feel. I watched your Grandma Ann fuck her boss and tried to forget it with the Glenlivet. Son, it just don't work. Have your drink while we talk then let it go. Do what you have to do and move on with your life."

Jeff sat looking at his grandfather and said, "I need the name of a good divorce attorney. I may need a criminal attorney too. I'm going to make that asshole pay for this. He came into my house and threatened me. He took my wife from me. By God he's going to pay."

Jim thought about the situation and asked, "Did you know any of the men?"

Jeff shook his head 'no' and said, "Only Amy's boss. I have the first names of the four fucking her the week after I was here. I haven't looked at any of the other DVD's to see if I know any of them but I don't expect I will. She apparently only fucks customers. I expect it would be a coincidence if one of her customers was someone we dealt with for the store or its investment side and I'm sure none of our friends has had her."

"Tell you what son. You let me worry about getting even with Howard for you. I think I may be able to hurt him more than you can and not lay a hand on him. He's not as big a fish as he thinks. You just focus on the divorce and what has to be done for that while I do some checking on our Mr. Harriman and his friends."

Jim pulled his cell from his pocket and dialed a number. "Homer? This is Jim Fielding again. Homer I've got another job for you. Take that information you got for Jeff and find out the names of the men in the pictures. When you get their names, get everything else you can about them too. We want their wives names, their addresses, their place of employment, church, clubs, the works. I think we're going to teach those assholes not to mess around with married women. I could hear the DVD while Jeff played it and they were all laughing and talking about Amy's husband not taking care of her. They knew she was married. I also saw she was wearing her rings so there is no excuse. I think we're going to hit them in the pocketbook."

Jim thought some more and made another phone call. "Steve," he asked. "Steve this is Jim Fielding. I know it's the weekend but all you do Saturday is lay around. How would you like to come out to the resort and talk to my Grandson and me? He needs a good divorce attorney and I know you do a good job. Oh, hell, bring her too and I'll have Ann feed you both and make sure you get the good booze and wine. OK. We're in the honeymoon cabin. See you in about an hour."

After the two phone calls Jim looked at Jeff and said, "Come on. Let's sit on the back deck where we can watch the river while we wait on Steve. He's semi retired but he did a damn good job for me. When we get done with those assholes they'll wish they had never fucked with this family."

Jim and Jeff were sitting on the back deck still when they heard a car pull up in front of the cabin. They weren't off the deck when a distinguished older man walked around the side of the cabin and saw them. He looked at the bottle sitting on the table between them and said, "Hell, you didn't even have the courtesy to wait on me before you got into the good stuff. Pour me a stiff one and then let 'er rip. I've already got my recorder ready to go so I don't miss anything. When you start I'll turn it on and get the whole conversation on tape."

While they were pouring Steve a drink and getting settled they heard a car drive off. Jim started around front to see what was going on but Steve stopped him. He said, "Relax. That'll only be Jolene going over to your place. I told her if I didn't come back out to go on over there. Now give me that drink and let's get started. I want to get the business out of the way so we can get down to some serious drinking."

Jim laid out the framework of the problem and then Jeff filled Steve in on the meat of the matter. After they finished telling him all the facts Steve leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands under his chin. He seemed deep in thought for a moment then he asked, "Well what exactly do you want out of this Jeff? We can go for the jugular and follow a scorched earth policy or we can just go the silent easy route. I know you're hurting right now boy but think about things before we get started. Sometimes revenge backfires on you if you're thinking about something like that." 

Jim opened his mouth to respond but Jeff beat him to the punch. He said, "I have an air tight Pre Nuptial agreement with Amy. I want to follow it to the letter. Basically it said if either of us is caught cheating they leave the marriage with only the amount they brought into the marriage. Anything we accumulate after the marriage becomes the sole property of the innocent party. If we have both cheated we leave with what we came into the marriage with plus half of the marital assets accumulated after marriage. I have not cheated so I want it all. I think in fact you have a copy of the agreement. I think your partner wrote it for me just before we married because you were out of the country."

Jeffery smiled and leaned back in his chair. He took a sip of his drink and said, "In fact, that Pre Nuptial agreement may turn out to be the best thing Amy ever did for me. I was so in love with her I would have happily married her without one. She insisted we get one because she told me she had two cousins an uncle and of course her father that had cheated and then got divorces. She said she always felt the injured party deserved a pound of flesh plus she didn't want to get left with a poorer lifestyle when-get that she actually said when-I got caught cheating. She felt she would deserve it all."

"I am really going to love sticking it to her with her own sword! After the way she has been dissing our family business and our home for so many years I think she deserves a comeuppance. I am pretty sure she never really understood the scope of our operation or the fact that we are worth millions and were even then. We have remained so low key that she thinks we only operate a little hick resort and a small feed store in 'Hicksville' as she puts it. Of course it helps that we never pay a dividend on the stock but rather plow the earnings back into the business. I do know the time or two I have bought or sold shares she has sneered because I am playing with a bunch of worthless paper."

When Jeff stopped talking Steve said in an excited manner, "We have a copy of the Pre Nuptial Agreement? We actually wrote it for you?" He laughed and continued, "If Solange wrote a pre nup for you it has teeth-especially if it says what you say it does. I'll check the files in the office when we get done here." 

"When do you want this all to take place? Do you want to talk to her first and see if you can salvage anything from the relationship?"

Jeff sat thinking a moment and replied, "The sooner the better. I don't intend to return to the house except to gather my personal belongings and a few items of furniture to make living here easier. Grandpa has already said I can use this cabin for as long as I want. The corporation has made it part of my compensation package. If you need to reach me try my cell first then call here. I'll put an answering machine on the line as soon as I get it from my house in town in case you call when I'm out. Speaking of that, when do you think you can serve her? I'd really like to get my things before it gets out what we've done."

Steve thought a moment and said, "Well, if I find the Pre Nuptial agreement in the office I could have the paperwork finished Monday. I will file it with the court Monday evening or Tuesday morning then it is just a matter of getting someone to serve Amy in Springville. That can probably be done Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday."

Jeff smiled and said, "Fine. I'll wait until she is at work Tuesday before I begin to take things out of the house. I don't want to tip my hand too soon. I would like the papers to be served before Wednesday noon if at all possible because a lot of weeks they fly somewhere Wednesday afternoon for late week meetings. I would like her to try to 'work' with the knowledge I was divorcing her hanging over her head. I'd just as soon not have to face her boss again though. He threatened violence last time I walked into my house and found him there. I don't want to have to beat his ass and take a chance of going to jail for it."

Steve looked shocked and said in a loud voice, "What. You didn't tell me he threatened you when you explained he had talked to you about Amy once. What did he say exactly?"

Jeff said, "I don't remember exactly. Basically he told me he would ruin me and run me out of town if I didn't leave Amy alone. He said he had a lot of powerful people that would help him with that task. He also indicated he wasn't averse to using violence on me if he felt like it. I've slept since then and don't remember the conversation exactly."

Steve looked at Jeff and said, "Jeff before you go home I want you to pick up a small recorder. You should have it with you at all times and if you have occasion to talk to Amy, her boss or anyone else associated with this mess you need to tape if for me. We might get something useful from those conversations. I'll tell Homer to keep up the surveillance on Amy, your home and her 'business' dealings."

Jeff stayed in Steelville until early Tuesday morning then he took the resort one-ton box truck back to his home. One of his cousins went with him to help load the vehicle. Things didn't work out exactly as Jeff would have wanted them to. Steve apparently was very efficient because Amy came tearing into the house at shortly after 430 Tuesday afternoon. Jeff hadn't finished taking the things he wanted and she caught him. His cousin was in the back yard shed packing Jeff's tools so Amy didn't see him.

When she saw Jeff carrying a box to the truck she jumped in front of him. She was crying and said through her tears, "Jeff how could you do this to me? Just because I told you my job was as important to me as yours was and refused to quit now you think you can divorce me? And what's this about you getting all the marital assets. I worked my ass off for those things just like you did and you better believe I intend to get my share of them if you insist on this divorce!"

Jeff looked at her in disgust and said, "Amy I'm just following the letter of the Pre Nuptial agreement you insisted we make and that we both signed. Get your copy and read it if you don't believe me. In fact, I'm being generous. I'm not taking all the furniture. You can have what I leave if you want it. Otherwise I will sell it with the house."

Amy was furious. She said, "We'll see about that. You just screwed up big time mister."

Jeff watched as she stood aside and made a phone call. He heard her say, "Howard I just got home and found Jeff loading a truck. He insists on following the letter of that Pre Nuptial agreement he forced me to sign. I guess we have to hit him with the sledgehammer after all. OK. I won't but hurry. It looks like he is almost done loading."

Amy walked to the front porch and sat in a chair. She watched Jeff while he loaded the truck. He was just about to walk behind the house for another armload when Howard's car screeched into the driveway. Howard flung himself from the car before it had stopped rocking from being put into park before it was fully stopped. He ran toward Jeff yelling at him.

Howard said, "You damn little pissant. I told you not to fuck with me. You've done it now. You have Amy so upset it's already affecting my business. You better have deep pockets boy because I'm going to hire her good lawyer and we're going to break that Pre Nuptial agreement and take everything you have. When I get done with you you'll be lucky to have the clothes on your back. NO ONE fucks with my business or me. You have just done that and by GOD you're going to pay. I told you before I own people in this town and have a lot of favors owed me. We're going to make you look so bad even your own parents won't want you around when we're through with you."

"I told you if you couldn't handle Amy's success to just quietly divorce and get the hell out of town but you just had to go Macho on us didn't you? You've fucked up royally now. I'm going to kick your ass like I promised to do then you're going to unload that truck and get the hell out of here."

When Howard took his first swing Jeff ducked, grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder. Jeff held onto the arm and could hear the cartilage pop when it came out of the socket. At least Howard would be lucky if that was all that happened. Before Jeff let Howard go he kicked him twice-once in the ribs and another time in the crotch. Jeff looked up to see his cousin Joe filming the altercation. They had brought the camera as well as the tape recorder just in case something like this occurred and now they were both glad they had.

Jeff left Howard lying there and returned to the back yard for another load. When he came back Amy was helping Howard up. She looked at Jeff, her face white and hissed, "You asshole. How could you?" 

She helped Howard to his car and they drove off, probably to a hospital. The two men finished loading the truck and left. Before Jeff and Joe got to the end of the street they were stopped by a patrol car. Two officers approached the vehicle and kept their hands on their weapons while they made Jeff and Joe get out, lean on the truck in the 'position' while they searched them. They were both cuffed and the lead officer read them their Miranda rights. He said, "You are under arrest for assault, battery and burglary."

At the police station the camera and all their other possessions were taken. Jeff had left the recorder inside the truck in his jacket pocket. Since it was after closing time, Jeff made his one phone call to his father. When he explained what had happened he thought his father was going to have a stroke. 

The next morning Jeff and Joe were allowed to see their attorney-Steve—as soon as he arrived from Steelville. Steve grinned when he saw them and said, "Cant' you two stay out of trouble? Now tell me exactly what happened and we'll get you out of here as soon as we can. They have scheduled your preliminary hearing for 11 this morning."

At the hearing Steve was explaining to the judge that there was a divorce in progress and Jeff was merely removing some of his personal items from the premises. He further stated since Jeff owned the residence there could be no burglary. The judge thought that one over and the prosecutor said, "Your Honor, there is a restraining order in effect keeping Mr. Fielding 500 feet from the person of Amy Fielding, her place of residence and her place of employment. Mr. Fielding violated that order. His altercation with Mr. Harriman was over that as well as the fact he was not supposed to be removing items from the home until after said divorce."

Steve turned to Jeff and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about the restraining order?" 




Jeffrey's First Lesson



Jeff was busy texting on his phone when his mother Melissa knocked on his bedroom door. When she entered the teen's jaw dropped; she was wearing the sluttiest lingerie. Her huge 34 E cup tits were practically hanging out on display with her strapless black bra. Completing the outfit was her lacy black panties; garter belt and stockings.

"M-mom! W-w-what the hell, why are you dressed like that," he stammered while unable to hide his erection.

"Your father stupidly accepted a family versus family fight and since you've always refused to participate I have to give you a crash course in how to sexfight against a woman." The smoking hot forty year old snapped her fingers and ordered her son up off his bed. He had just been lying in bed on a lazy Saturday morning so he was only clad in his green boxer shorts and white undershirt. 

"We'll have to pick out something for you to wear when you compete next week," she said, giving her son an appraisal. Jeff was eighteen but built like a string bean; standing 6'2" he was as tall as a light post but just as skinny as one, barely weighing in at 150 pounds. With a mop of reddish brown hair on his head and a slender bird chest he didn't look like much of an opponent for the busty blonde milf. 

Melissa was only 5'4" but she had been sexfighting for years. Most women might be intimidated going against a guy Jeff's size but the mother had no hesitation as she reared her hand back and slapped her son across the face. The blow shocked Jeff more than anything as he stumbled back, hand to his cheek stinging red cheek. Melissa marched forward, landing another slap on his other cheek that Jeff tried to deflect but barely. When he put his hands up to protect his face, screaming at his mother what she was doing, the woman grabbed her son's hair and pulled him down; still peppering his face with uppercut-like slaps that occasionally landed.

"I'm teaching you to fight back," Melissa yelled over her son's squeals of protest before putting him in a side headlock. They twirled around his bedroom, running into his computer desk and tv, as she kept occasionally hitting him with slaps while he was in the headlock. 

"We need you to fight next week and the rules stipulate parents versus kids in mixed combat, meaning you'll have to fight the other family's mother so I need to get you ready to beat up another woman." Melissa was instructing her son but his girlish cries seemed to be preventing her message from getting across. She finally pulled his face up so his mouth and nose were pressed against her right breast. The top was low cut enough to allow most of Melissa's melons to be put on display. It was her most boner-inducing ensemble but she had adorned it for the purpose of teaching her son a woman's weak spots.

"Jeff, listen to me," Melissa yelled as her son floundered around, trying to breathe but unable to get any air other than the alluring perfume his mother always wore. 

"I need you to pull down mommy's bra and squeeze my tits as hard as you can, do you understand?" Melissa was pleading with her son who's eyelids were fluttering; she worried she might've put him out too soon. 

"Women's breasts are very sensitive so you could probably make her submit just by hurting them really badly so please, sweetie, grab my boobs and don't let go," Melissa was getting fed up with trying to get her son to listen. It wasn't until she finally she screamed at him, "tear my tits off now!" did he suddenly wake up.

Jeff's eyes went wide as he reached around his mother and in one fluid motion yanked her bra down, causing Melissa's huge cow tits to spring forth, then sunk his fingers into her breast-flesh like they were fresh dough. Melissa bit her lip to keep from screaming but a after a few seconds of Jeff kneading and twisting her tits around she finally broke the headlock. 

Jeff didn't go; pushing his mother back against the door of his closet now it was her turn to cry out in pain as her son continued to crush her enormous boobs between his fingers. 

"Please stop, honey, mommy surrenders," Melissa meekly whispered as she tried to pry her son's wrists from her chest. That's when she noticed Jeff's eyes; they were open wide in a fury. His gaze was distant, like nobody was home; as he smiled sadistically.

The pain was starting to ramp up and Melissa's legs felt wobbly, like jello, and she was in danger of passing out. In desperation she reached behind her son's neck and pulled his face into hers; planting a deep kiss on his lips. Jeff instantly froze, his hands still clutching his mother's full breasts, as their kissing intensified. Melissa slipped her own son the tongue as they made out until she slipped a hand into his boxer shorts.

"Ohhh," he moaned as his Melissa gave her son an expert handjob; lifting an eyebrow as she Jeff's incredibly long, skinny cock. She was able to slowly pull his hands away from her sore breasts though he had maintained a vice-like grip until she slowly descended to her knees.

"This is for doing such a good job for mommy," she cooed and began sucking on Jeff's cock. His head leaned back as Melissa's son put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her down to take his dick down her throat. As experienced as she was, Melissa was fighting her gag reflex; the sheer length of her son's prick was beyond what she was used to on the mat or in the bedroom with Jeff's idiot father, Mike. 

Like most teenagers it wasn't long until Jeff was moaning he was going to cum. Melissa pulled her son's missile-like cock out of her mouth-almost like she was a sword swallower-and pumped him with two hands; emptying his load on her chest.

"You did such a good job, Jeffrey," Melissa panted, trying to catch her breath as the teen stood there gasping for air likewise. He seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, offering to help his mother up and asking what happened.

"You don't remember us just having a fight," she inquired while pulling her bra up over her sticky tits. 

"No, I just remember you slapping me and yelling then you're on the floor, naked and covered in my jizz I'm assuming," he looked shocked, bewildered and ashamed. Melissa adjusted her tits and went to hug her son, inadvertently smearing his spunk on his undershirt.

"No, no sweetie, you did a great job. In fact if you don't mind, mommy wants to wrestle with you again later tonight," she paused as, after hugging her son she felt a painful throbbing in her breasts. 

"But maybe we'll focus more on grappling, like how to escape headscissors and facesitting; maybe even practice fingering, that's also a big weakness if you're good at it."

"Sure mom, that sounds like fun," Jeff was feeling his cock rising in his boxers again as he stared at his mother in her lingerie.

"Mmm," Melissa moaned, bemused at her son's erection so soon after just blowing a huge load across her tits. "Maybe playing with a teenage boy won't be so bad after all," she ran a fingernail along the length of her son's nearly footlong shaft causing him to shudder. She walked away telling him to "take care of that thing," making sure to shake her phat ass for his benefit before going down the hall to her bedroom. 

Closing the door behind her, Melissa felt she was the one who needed to be taken care of and quickly dug out the vibrator in her nightstand. After hearing the familiar buzzing noise, Melissa made a mental note she would have to order a new twelve inch dildo and rename it Little Jeffrey.



Jeffrey's First Time



Jeffrey was 19. At 6-2 and 225, he was, well, gawky. That was the kind description--gawky. Athleticism, coordination, strength, confidence, maturity--they had not yet caught up with his physical size. So he was...gawky. Uncomfortable in his skin. Felt like he stood out in a crowd. Like he was always bumping into things. Like he was a freak. 

Of course, this was Miami Beach. Lots of freaks, even in 1965. At Miami Beach High School, he had been, to the other boys, the freak. The geek. The circus clown. To the basketball and football coaches, he had been a dream come true. And to the girls, those hormone-laden, curiosity-driven, sexuality-swelling girls, well, he had been a constant source of whispers. 

"You don't think his could be ..."

"Look at the size of his hands...you know what they say ..."

"I don't think I could ..."

A constant source of amusement, amazement, entertainment.

But at 19, a freshman at the U, he was still oblivious to most of it—and still a virgin. In 1965 it wasn't unusual for college freshmen to be virgins—many were. But some were not, and in 1965, the sexual revolution had not yet happened—the kids who were not virgins were the "bad kids," especially the girls. They were "loose." Like all boys his age, he was aware of his desires. He looked at the girls. A lot. But having grown almost a foot in nine months, he was most aware of his own body, how odd it looked, how strange it felt, how out of place he believed he was.

Then there was his family. The fucking family. These were some of the craziest people on the Beach, he thought. His uncles, Ed, Len, Sid, Merv. His father's brothers. They drove motorcycles. They smoked weed. They cheated on their wives. They fought with each other. Really fought! Fists. Blood and bruises. Real anger. (Well, maybe not Sid. Sid was a lover. He was more interested in girls. He wouldn't fight. Might mess up his face.). But for the rest, fighting was a way of life. They'd grown up on the Beach. Went to school on the Beach, before it was "The Beach." Fucked every girl they could get their hands on. Watched it change. Watched it grow. Grew with it. Watched the influx of New Yorkers and their money change the Beach. Watched the culture morph, right before their eyes, from their little town on the island into the playground of the western world. Fought, every day, for their little piece of the action. Grew up fighters.

Suddenly there was money on the Beach, and with money came glamour. And strangers, and celebrities, and con men, and hookers, and pimps, and dandies, and thugs, and cops, and guns. And excitement. A lifestyle made for these five brothers. Ed, Len, Sid, Merv. And Harv. His father. Sanest one of the bunch, although sanity was a relative term.

But by 1965 the Beach had changed again. The glitz had moved on, to Hollywood, to the Caribbean, to the French Riviera. A lot of ex-pat Americans who had made fortunes in Batista's Cuba had come back to the Beach after Castro's revolution in 1958 to find a sad, deteriorating Miami Beach, and they had settled into the work-a-day lifestyles of "The American Dream" and waited for their chance to go back to Havana. Soon. And of course, there were the old people, thousands and thousands of retired New Yorkers and Philadelphians and Chicagoans, who had retired to Miami Beach for the warmth of the sun and the lifestyle of the rich and famous, although most of them had gotten there too late.

This was not the South Beach of Miami Vice, of Crockett and Tubbs, of CSI-Miami and Horatio Cane, of beautiful, wealthy, long-legged Eurotrash and South-American girls in scanty clothes. This was 1961. It was dreary, post-glamour grey. About the best you could say about Miami Beach now was that it was sunny and warm. All the time, sunny and warm. Actually, sunny and hot. All the time sunny and hot. And humid. Damp-shirts-sticking-to-your-body sunny, hot and humid. Always-a-drop-of-sweat-on-the-end-of-your-nose sunny, hot, and humid.

This was the flat, hot, full-of-old-people Miami Beach in which Jeffrey grew up, and still lived in, even though he was in college now. Nineteen and large, he was a mass of contradictions—conscientious student, potential star athlete (the operative word here being "potential"), physical geek, object of the fantasies of high-school girls.

He did love the girls. At least he thought he did. He was too shy to say much to them, but he did love looking at them with their damp shirts sticking to their bodies (Beach High had little air conditioning in 1964, and what it had was mostly ineffective). He thought often about their bodies—what they would look like with no clothes on, how it would feel to touch them, to stroke their breasts, to run his hands up and down their legs.

He was obsessed with their breasts. Mostly small, round, firm, upright breasts, pushing out against tight, damp blouses. Occasionally he could see the small, dark circles in the centers if one of the girls wore a flimsy bra and a white blouse. That really turned him on. He would go home after school, lock the bedroom door, fantasize about one girl or another, and stroke his cock until he came into a towel.

He had discovered masturbation a couple of years earlier. He had awoken one night from a wild dream. In the dream it was night, and he was on the beach with two—TWO!!—of his classmates. They were all naked. The girls sat directly in front of him, stroking his cock and his nipples while he played with their breasts, and then all of a sudden he experienced a violent, pulsing orgasm that woke him up. The next day he found himself alone in the house and he tried to recreate that feeling. He undressed, sat on his bed, closed his eyes and tried to re-imagine the dream. Consciously re-creating the fantasy, he imagined much more detail.

Mangoes. In his fantasy he thought of the girls' breasts as mangoes. Soft, over-ripe, fleshy mangoes, with stems sticking out. He had never actually seen a girl's breasts except in a magazine he found in his father's closet. And in the pictures, the breasts were enormous. Not like the breasts of the girls HE knew. The girls he knew had breasts like—mangoes, that is how he imagined them, contained by brassieres, under damp cotton blouses.

He closed his eyes and imagined sitting cross-legged on the beach, two beautiful, suntanned, bikini-clad co-eds sitting, facing him, with their legs spread wide as he moved in closer. He imagined that he was gently squeezing the breasts—in the fantasy the girls had no faces, only breasts—and playing with the nipples, as if they were overripe fruit. They were soft and pliable. He knew what they felt like, like mangoes; mangoes grew everywhere on the Beach. He kneaded them with gentle fingertips, flicking the nipples, trailing his fingers around the dark, round circles of the aureoles, and the girls moaned softly. He imagined them beginning to stroke themselves between their legs. He watched them trace small circles at the tops of their vaginas—he knew there was something there, but he wasn't sure just what it was—but he watched them play with themselves, occasionally pushing a finger or two between the swollen lips, spreading the lips of their pussies to expose the pink inner flesh, getting their fingers wet and making those small circles again, faster now, and accompanied by moans of pleasure.

With eyes still closed, his hands moved involuntarily to his own now swollen erection as he heard the girls' moans grow in frequency and intensity. The hands in his mind continued playing with four breasts while the hands at the end of his arms stroked his cock and lifted his balls off the bed and massaged them with insistent fingertips. As one girl, then the other laid back and brought herself to a loud and shaking orgasm, his own cock shook, then tightened, and then exploded in pulses of hot cum, into the white towel he had draped over his lap to catch the mess. He fell back on the bed and felt himself spasm again and again, holding the towel tight against his cock, trying to keep the warm fluid off the bed (he didn't want his mother to know what he was doing, after all). He cleaned up the best he could, embarrassed that he might get caught, and tried to think of what to say if he did. Never occurred to him that his parents had had the same experiences or knew that he was getting to "that age."

But a couple of days later, his father said something sly to him, almost as if he knew, but he never raised the issue again.

But by nineteen, he had become a master of masturbation, quick or slow, whatever the circumstance allowed. He could raise an erection in seconds if the opportunity arose. He had also become a collector of porn magazines, which were available in the news stands along Washington Avenue, and which he used to help him conjure up his fantasies. The newsstand guys all knew him, calling him by name to get his attention if they saw him walking down the Avenue, showing him the latest dirty magazine. He ate them up. And he always had money. He was from the fruit-stand family, and everyone on the Beach knew the fruit-stand family. It's why he hadn't left town to go to college. He worked at the family fruit stand. 

The fucking fruit stand. They called it the fruit stand because that's how it started more than fifty years earlier. It had become a very successful store on Espanola Way, and then moved to bigger digs up by the Lincoln Road mall. Fresh fruit and vegetables Uncle Len bought every morning at the produce market over in Miami. They sold only the best fruit and vegetables, the biggest, most beautiful pieces. The ugly ones, the small ones, the ones with bruises, got cut up and made into fruit salad or tossed salad or tomato-and-cucumber salad, whatever they had to use up. 

Jeffrey worked in the back, every day before school and all day Saturdays, cutting up oranges and grapefruits and melons and bananas, chopping onions and celery and lettuce, making packages of ready-made salads for customers who were too busy, or too lazy, or too old to make their own. It was a terrific scam. They could make more money on a bruised orange than on a big beautiful one, by making it into something else. A tomato and a cucumber were a dime each. A tomato-and-cucumber salad with a couple of pieces of onion, some oil and vinegar and oregano, was a buck and a half. And business was great. There was always lots of money.

His uncles were always talking about girls. And sex. They occasionally teased him about still being a virgin. Every time a good-looking woman came in the store, Uncle Sid asked him if he would fuck her. Would he? Could he? Would he know how? And they were always telling him how sex was like fruit. Breasts were compared to fruits: cantaloupes or casabas or cranshaws, peaches or plums, grapefruits or (God forbid) cranberries. Women had cunts like ripe strawberries, nipples like raspberries, asses like honeydews. Cocks were cucumbers. Testicles were walnuts (or coconuts if one of them hadn't gotten any in a while). That's why Jeffrey thought of breasts as mangoes. Uncle Sid once told Jeffrey that fucking a girl felt like sticking his cock into an extremely overripe banana (think soft, soft flesh that resisted a little, then gave way, inside a tough banana skin). He once cut the end off a soft, old, dark-brown banana and asked him if he wanted to fuck the banana. Nice!

And that's how it came to be that Jeffrey was finally to lose his cherry (that was what Uncle Sid called it). One Saturday morning, around eleven, Uncle Len came into the back room and said," Jeffrey, I need your help. I left my glasses home, and I need them. Could you go get them for me?" 

Jeffrey looked up from his workbench and said, "Sure. Just let me wash up." He didn't notice the other four brothers standing huddled together and grinning just beyond the door into the front of the store. Uncle Len and Uncle Sid, both currently divorced, shared an apartment a few blocks from the store. An easy walk on a hot South-Florida morning.

"Take the elevator," Uncle Len said. "The cleaning lady is probably there. Just go right into my bedroom; I think I left my stuff on the bed." Wink. Jeffrey didn't notice.

"Sure," he replied. "I'll be back in a half hour."

"Take your time." Wink.

Three blocks over to West Avenue and up to the corner at Eleventh, Jeffrey rode the private elevator up to the bachelor pad that took up the whole top floor of the building. The elevator opened into a small entry foyer, which gave way to a large leather-and-glass-decorated living room. The kitchen was to the right, and the bedrooms were at opposite ends of a hallway through an entry way and past the living room. Uncle Len's room was to the left. 

Jeffrey went down the hall and into the bedroom, and there she was. The cleaning lady. But this was no cleaning lady. She was sitting up in bed, sheets draped over her legs, naked from the waist up. 

"Hi. You must be Jeffrey. Come on over here. I'm Crystal. I'm a present from Uncle Len and Uncle Sid."

She didn't look much like Jeffrey had imagined his first fuck would look like. She wasn't a tight, young high-school girl, she didn't look much like the girls he saw at the beach. She didn't look much like the women in the magazines. She must have been about forty, looked like she must have been attractive once. Now she just looked old. Her hair was brown and cut very short. Her face was pretty, but not beautiful. Worn-looking. Her breasts didn't look like any fruit he had ever seen. Not cantaloupes. Not grapefruits. Certainly not mangoes. They looked sort of like half-deflated balloons. The nipples were large, soft, flat, and pointed down. He couldn't see her legs, but her belly was soft and round. She looked like she'd been around a bit.

"Uh...hi?"

"Well. You're a big one, aren't you? Like your father."

"You know my father?"

"Harvey? Like, who on the Beach doesn't know Harvey? He's the good-looking one."

His father got around.

"Jeffrey, why don't you come over here? I'm paid for for two hours."

He needed to hear that.

On the other hand, he was about to get laid, and he wouldn't have to beg for it. Or stumble through the uncomfortable parts—like the preening, the petting, the inevitable social dance kids go through as they grope their way through sex when they are young. He figured that he was in the hands of a professional now, and at least he would get it right the first time.

"Okay. Let me get undressed."

"Leave your shorts on. "I'll take them off for you."

He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants to the floor, and unbuttoned his shirt. It was damp with sweat. Of course.

She drew the sheets back, exposing her fleshy thighs. He walked slowly over to the bed and started to sit down.

"Wait," she said. "Stand there."

She scooted over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him. She reached out and began to slide his shorts down over his legs. His erection caused her to pause a moment and admire. Even though she was a pro, and had seen more cocks than she could remember, she had to admire his size. Not bad, she thought. This might actually be interesting.

She got his shorts down around his ankles, managing to brush her lips against his strong, youthful erection as she did. As she sat back up, she did it again. His knees buckled slightly.

And he came. Standing up. Shot hot cum all over her face, in her hair.

"Fuck," she muttered.

He stood there, mortified, unable to move from where he stood, his feet rooted to the floor. He looked down at his still-throbbing cock as it squeezed out a few more shots of cum onto the rug. His cock began to deflate and point back down toward the floor.

"I guess that's it then?" he asked. "I guess I'll go back to work."

"Not on your life, sweetheart. I got you for two hours. Sit down. I want to wash up."

She stepped off the bed and brushed past him toward the bathroom. He heard the water running, then the toilet flush, then the water again. She padded back to the bed, talking quietly to herself.

"Okay, then. We've gotten that out of the way, let's get to work. I've got two hours to get that thing back up to size and teach you a few things. You ready?" A pro. 

She pushed him down onto the bed. And smiled.

He was on his back, his legs bent at the knees over the edge of the bed. Crystal sat down next to him, and he started to sit up.

"No," she said. "Just lay back. We're going to go slow now, and you are just going to lay there and do what you're told. This'll be worth it, I promise."

"I ..."

"Shhh!. Talk later. I'll tell you when."

She rose to her knees, swung her left leg over him, and straddled his waist, facing him and resting on her knees. She began by tracing small circles around his nipples. Slowly. Maddeningly slowly. While she did so, she talked to him. In a low, guttural voice.

"This is what you want girls to do to you," she said. "Tell them how much you love it." 

Every so often she pinched one of his nipples. Hard.

"Ouch!" he cried.

"Shhhhh!. That doesn't hurt. It tingles. It feels good. Doesn't it feel good?"

"No! It hurts."

"It won't always hurt. It'll feel good.

She pinched again, a little softer this time. "Better?"

Then she leaned forward and kissed his right nipple. Then bit it, but gently. And suddenly, his nipples didn't hurt any more. In fact, they tingled. Just like she said. Tingled. He could feel it up and down his spine. She kissed the left one. And bit it gently. Then licked it, flicked it with her tongue, licked it again, then bit it again, a little harder.

He groaned. "Ooooooooohhhhhh..."

"Yeah, I though so."

She went back to work on the right nipple. Lick. Flick. Bite. Flick. Lick. Then the left. Right. Left. Right. Left.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh..."

This went on for a while, and although he hadn't gotten another erection yet, his head was spinning deliriously. Every pleasure center in his body was buzzing. He found himself absent-mindedly reaching for and stroking his soft dick, hoping, trying to get it to rise again. He felt tingling, but so far no motion.

She rolled over onto her back. "Now, you do it to me."

He straddled her like she had straddled him. He reached down to her breasts, which laid soft, flat, and wide on her chest, nipples large, bigger than silver dollars. The tips, too, were large and soft, but when he touched them, they seemed to firm up and rise. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, so what he did was mimic what she'd done to him. His fingers traced circles around her nipples, and he flicked the tips like he might flick a fly off the table.

"No," she said, "not like that. Lick your fingers. Get them real wet. That's it. Now, take one, the right one—no, no, the other right one, yeah, that's it--between the thumb and forefinger of your right hand, and roll it around, but gently, like it'll break if you squeeze it too hard. Keep your fingers wet. Lick them again. Now, take the whole breast, from the underside, and hold it in your left hand. Hold it up. Press your hands together a little bit—that's it, give it a little pressure from both sides...aaahhhhhh, yes, that's it. That's good. Keep doing that...good. Now, while you're doing that, lean down and kiss the nipple. Kiss it, lick it—keep rolling it between your fingers, keep it wet. Yeah, that's it. A little harder. Aahhhh, good. Ouch. Wait. That hurt. 

"Okay. Listen, but don't stop. Do it more gently. Little circles, gentle pinches. Gentle. That's it. If you're going to be a good fuck, you have to understand a few rules. Here's rule number one: When a girl says 'Harder,' she means just a tiny bit harder. Just a tiny bit. You want to add pressure only in tiny little amounts. If she wants you to hurt her, she'll say, 'Hurt me.' Then, don't quite hurt her. Make her say 'Hurt me' again. Make sure. If she really wants you to hurt her, she'll let you know. But be careful. Some girls are into pain, but not that many. You may find that you like it too, but that is for another time. Pain is something that two people ought to explore together. And very carefully.




Jeffrey's Game



Chapter 1 - Jeff

After fifteen years of marriage I introduced my wife to a new game. We'd go out on our monthly date nights like usual, but make a special stop on the way home. The game was a natural outgrowth of a typical male fantasy, that of watching your wife flirting and acting sexy around other men. We played my new game a handful of times over the course of a year and we both found it to be exciting.

To play the game, we would go out for a weeknight date. After dinner and perhaps a movie I'd drive by a large hotel that was only a couple miles from our house. I'd drop my wife off at the lobby entrance and go to park the car. 

We picked this hotel because it was a frequent stop for business travelers and at about ten o'clock on any weeknight the hotel bar was sure to have a few bored businessmen in it. Their nights got a whole lot more interesting when my wife would suddenly walk in.

My wife is a very pretty 37 year old woman with a petite firm and fit 5'2" body. She has pretty brown hair with striking green eyes. We were married pretty young when we were just out of college and we had two kids right away. It was nice having the kids reaching their teen years so we could slip out for weeknight dates without the hassle of a sitter. Nicole would always dress up and do her makeup for our nights out, and she'd really go the extra distance to look sexy on the nights we played the game.

The first time we tried my new game I watched Nicole in the hotel bar for a half hour after I dropped her off. The bar fronts the parking lot on one side of the lobby and one entire wall is glass. I sat in my car and watched as Nicole walked in. There were six or seven men sitting around in the bar watching Monday night football and sipping beers. When she entered the room, they all stopped to watch her.

Nicole walked over to the bar, her hips swaying slightly in that way that sexy women walk without even knowing it. Every set of eyes in the place were fixed on her firm ass. She took a seat and waited for the bartender to come over. When he finally did, I could see her talking to him. The bartender also looked at a guy sitting at the end of the bar. I could guess that this guy was offering to buy my wife a drink. As the bartender turned to fill a glass, the guy at the end of the bar slipped off his stool and walked over.

The guy looked to be about my age, maybe mid-thirties. He also looked to be pretty fit and he certainly didn't lack confidence as he had offered to buy my wife a drink within a minute of her walking in the door. The guy chatted with Nicole, doubtless flirting pretty hard. She was wearing a simple black dress with a low cut front, and he did a reasonable job controlling his staring. His eyes only rested on her breasts every few minutes. 

I checked my watch, surprised to see how much time had passed. I adjusted my hard cock in my pants and climbed out of the car. 

The Player, as I thought of him, was leaned in close talking to Nicole. The other guys in the room had all mostly given up after seeing his move and were alternating between watching the football game and watching my wife. I think everyone was surprised when I entered the bar and walked straight over to where Nicole was seated. The Player was on her right, and I took the bar stool immediately to her left. 

The bartender looked a question to me and I ordered a beer. I looked to Nicole and asked her what she was drinking. Her drink was nearly empty and I ordered her a new one as well. As I laid a twenty on the bar I caught The Player looking daggers at me. 

My wife and I chatted a bit and she fed me some of her fictitious story about being a travelling businesswoman staying at the hotel. I played right along, acting as though I too was from out of town and did not know her. Finally I leaned in and, just loud enough for the player to hear, told her I was staying at the hotel and asked her if she'd come to my room. She nodded her assent, and I helped her from her stool and walked her out. We left The Player sitting there wondering how a sexy woman had been stolen right from in front of his nose.

I drove us home and in ten minutes we were tearing each other's clothes off. Nicole's pussy was soaking wet and I didn't bother with any foreplay. I laid her naked body back on the bed and entered her with a single thrust. Her arousal told me how much she had enjoyed the game. Having every man in the room watching her was flattering and arousing at the same time. I wondered if she had been fantasizing about going back to her admirer's room as she had sat talking with him.

We repeated the game a couple more times over the next year. I felt a little badly about the way that we were teasing these unsuspecting travelers, but really, all they were out was the cost of a drink and they got a little conversation with a pretty woman in return. I also didn't see much danger as Nicole and I were the ones dealing the cards, so we had the game firmly in control. I continued to think this until we somehow dealt ourselves a joker from the deck.

We left our eldest daughter to babysit one Wednesday night and we went out for an early dinner. The restaurants are not real busy early in the week, especially if you eat early enough to catch a 7:30 show at the cinema. I could tell that Nicole was feeling a little horny as she was lingering in touching me and rubbing against me subtly when we walked in to the restaurant. She must be close to the middle of her cycle I thought. She held my hand across the table as we talked over our drinks and I felt a shiver of anticipation. I was already dying to fuck her and we hadn't even started on our salads.

After dinner we caught a movie at the theater. When we left I started driving us home. Without any discussion, I turned off into the Hyatt. Nicole glanced at me with a sly, knowing grin and I knew she was in tune with me. She was horny and tonight was perfect to play the game. I dropped her off and turned into the parking lot. As I pulled in the space I looked up in time to spot Nicole entering the bar.

She walked in and started to make her way over towards the bar in the middle of the room. I saw her suddenly stop and turn to face the back wall of the bar, away from the windows. What was this? After several seconds, Nicole walked further back into the establishment, out of my sight. I couldn't imagine what she was doing, and I sat nervously in the car for another ten minutes trying to decide what to do next. Finally I decided I better head in.

I got out of the car and walked to the hotel lobby. I entered, turned right and walked another fifty yards to the door of the bar. I peered in through the windows but I could not spot my wife anywhere inside the room. 

I pulled open the door and walked in. As I headed towards a stool at the bar proper I finally spotted Nicole. Relief flooded though me, followed by consternation. Nicole was sitting in a dark booth against the back wall of the bar. She was sitting so close to her companion that their hips were touching. As I stared for a moment, I heard her laugh. 

I grabbed a seat at the bar where I could study them. I could not puzzle out what Nicole was doing. There was no way I could simply join the two of them in a private booth, and so Nicole had no way to extricate herself from her admirer easily. I ordered a beer from the bartender and studied my wife's new friend.

Chapter 2 -- Nicole

When my husband first suggested his 'game' of dropping me off to get picked up by strange men at a hotel bar I thought he'd lost his mind. I mean, sure, I think I understood the attraction for him. First he gets to watch all these guys hitting on his wife, which is probably a nice ego stroke. Then he swoops in at the last minute, gets the girl and leaves the other men standing around like chumps.

But I also had a lot of misgivings. I didn't feel quite right toying with these men who didn't even know they were playing the game. I also worried a bit that there could be a fight. But Jeff was so interested in trying the game that I finally relented and agreed to try it once.

The first time we played, I had barely gotten the bartender's attention when a guy at the end of the bar stepped in and ordered a drink for me. His name was Jack, and he was on the road for business. Jack was about my age and he was very good looking. He was warm and funny and I found myself really enjoying his company. I started to find it hard to stay in character.

As we talked I even let my mind wander to what it would be like if this was no game. I have to admit, when you've been married for fifteen years you don't think of yourself in terms of your sex appeal very often. I found it very flattering that a good looking guy like Jack was immediately interested in me. Jack made his intentions pretty clear and I imagined letting him take me up to his room to make love to me all night. I'd never really thought of sex with anyone other than Jeff since we'd been married, so the thought was like a new and strange thing to me. I felt a surge of arousal at the naughty idea.

After Jeff interceded and pretended to pick me up we headed to the car. I was inflamed with arousal, and I kept shifting my legs and feeling the wetness in my crotch as Jeff piloted the car home. I could scarcely wait to feel him inside me as I fell back on the bed. We played the game a few more times over the months. One evening as we headed to dinner I was already wondering if we'd be stopping by the hotel. I'd woke up that morning already feeling aroused and I didn't really need to check my calendar to know that I must be near the peak of my cycle. I made small talk with Jeff over dinner but I was already thinking ahead to when we got home.

We saw a movie and then we started for home. I actually wanted to play the game without being prompted for once, but I decided to sit tight and see what my husband would do. It was like Jeff was reading my mind. Without even asking he turned in to the hotel. The game was on. 

I was feeling very sexy as I walked across the hotel lobby towards the bar. I was wearing my favorite dress, a pretty simple black one with a bit of a low cut. The dress was tight around my thighs and only reached a third of the way to my knees. My hair was up and my nails and makeup were perfect. I felt more confident than the previous times as I pulled open the door and walked in. I made it ten steps when a voice called to me.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

I don't get called 'Miss' very often so I stopped and turned. A man was sitting in a booth against the back wall of the bar looking at me expectantly. I waited to see what he wanted.

"Could you come here for a moment?" he asked me in a pleasant tone. I walked over. "Why don't you sit with me for just a couple minutes?" he asked as if this was perfectly normal.

I licked my lips nervously as I looked him over. This wasn't part of the script and I wasn't sure what to do. I briefly considered just turning and walking to the bar as I'd intended, but that would be rude. 

The man was a little older than me, perhaps as old as his mid-forties. Still, he must work out regularly as he appeared to be very fit. His hair was immaculately groomed and he was wearing a perfectly tailored dark blue suit. He was quite striking, really. Against my better judgment I slid into the booth with him. "I'm Scott" he told me, "and you are?" I gave Scott my name.

"Let me get you a drink" he said after we were introduced. He motioned the bartender over and I saw an acknowledging nod. "I know many things" Scott continued as I looked at him in puzzlement. "Here is the first thing." He said as the waiter appeared at my side. "I'll take another drink, and the lady will have a sidecar" he told the bartender.

I did start a little at that. A sidecar is not a real common drink for a woman to like, and it was unusual that this stranger would know that they are my favorite. I gave him a little smile then and said "Fair enough. What other 'things' do you know?"

"Like I said, I know many things" he said. "Will you agree to something?"

It was crazy to agree to anything without knowing what was going on, but I found myself nodding at this perfectly handsome stranger nonetheless. The waiter delivered our drinks and left.

"I'll keep telling you things" he said, "and each time I'm correct then you agree to play along and wait for the next thing."

I nodded again, as if this made any sense. "I know that your husband is sitting in the parking lot, probably wondering why he can't see you right now." Scott said. I flushed red. I thought about getting up to flee the bar and run to the safety of our car, but then I remembered my agreement with the stranger. 

Scott could see I was uncomfortable. "Don't worry Nicole" he told me, "I understand perfectly the game you two are playing. And since I was right about that, I'll tell you the next thing."

I looked at Scott expectantly. This was certainly turning out to be interesting.

"Your husband likes this game because he likes to see you flirting. It makes him feel more manly to have such a desirable wife. Make the game more exciting for him by flirting with me." With that Scott put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. We were sitting so close now that our hips were touching. I could smell the rich scents of the man next to me then, his cologne and scotch and whatever else about him combining to make some earthy male scent. I could feel his arm that had pulled me to him still around my waist with his hand firmly on my left thigh.

"Your husband usually waits out there for a good long time, doesn't he?" Scott asked me. I nodded. "But tonight he won't because you disappeared. Your husband is going to walk in here in another three minutes" Scott said, showing me his watch. We sat together watching the second hand sweep around the dial. It was almost exactly three minutes later that Jeff walked into the bar looking a little nervous. I couldn't help but laugh. It was like I was sitting with a magician. Jeff finally settled onto a barstool and ordered a drink. He was watching me and probably wondering why I was in a booth. I tried to ignore the change in our script and so I talked a little bit with Scott about our previous adventures playing Jeff's game. Scott was interesting and funny to talk to and I shared more details than I normally would with a perfect stranger. I also started to become aware how close I was snuggled to Scott. 

I glanced back at Jeff to gauge his reaction. He was smiling at me now over his beer and I could see excitement in his eyes. Doubtless he had no idea how he was going to extricate me from the booth, but for the moment watching me act flirty with Scott was turning him on. I was feeling pretty turned on myself, and I shifted my legs uncomfortably. My inner lips were swollen with arousal and I was starting to leak my juices into my panties. 

"So I think I was right about the three minutes." Scott announced. "So here is what I want you to do next. Lean in close to me and nuzzle my ear as though we are getting very friendly."

I was a little uncomfortable with this next step and I hesitated. 

"Don't worry Nicole," Scott reassured me. "Your husband is becoming very turned on. But it isn't just watching men hit on you that he likes. He likes the little loss of control from watching you flirting right back." I can't explain it, but Scott's series of correct 'things' was making me trust him. I also felt some sense of obligation to our loose agreement that I would keep playing along so long as he continued to be correct.

So I leaned in close to him and nuzzled his earlobe. I could tell he liked it because it made him shiver slightly. I found myself enjoying giving him pleasure. We snuggled close like a couple of lovers. My arousal was climbing another few notches and the crotch of my panties was headed from damp to downright wet. Incongruously I wanted to make out with Scott and I wanted to leave soon so that I could go home with Jeff and get screwed. I had an urge to throw my leg over Scott and really kiss him while rubbing my wet panties against him. 

Instead I pulled back and glanced back at Jeff once more. His eyes were large in the dark of the bar, but he was certainly not looking angry. He looked more excited than I have ever seen him before. Scott was right again.

"I think that you enjoyed that, and not just because it gave your husband a thrill." Scott told me. I could only nod. Right again.

Scott took a pen from his jacket pocket along with a scrap of paper. He wrote something out and folded the paper in half. Then he pulled his electronic key card from his pocket and slipped the note into the little paper envelope that contained the key card and had his room number written on it. "Take this, but don't read it." he said as he handed it to me.

"How many times have I been right about things so far?" he asked me. I shook my head, not knowing. "I think the number is six thus far" he recollected. "My lucky number is seven."

I continued to watch him. This was the strangest and most erotic evening I'd ever had. 

"So I will tell you one last, lucky seventh thing" Scott told me. "This one is important."

Once again I nodded. I was still under the spell of our agreement.

"Right now, your panties are so wet with your arousal that they are growing uncomfortable." Scott told me. I blushed furiously. He didn't even wait for me to acknowledge that he was right. 

"Take this key card and go to the ladies. Don't read the note. Remove your panties. Then go to your husband and hand him the panties and the key card before you return here to me. Don't speak to him."

I hesitated, confused. Giving my panties to Jeff would seem to tell him I was going leave with Scott and have sex with him. I suppose that Scott knew this would really blow Jeff's mind, but I was afraid it might also give him a heart attack. And what was the key card for? I was certainly not going to leave the bar with Scott. Was Scott giving his room to Jeff and I? Did he hope to watch us go at it in his room? This was all getting to be a little weird.

Looking back, I still can't believe that I continued to play along. All the same, I did get up and walk to the ladies room as Scott had asked. I was sorely tempted to read the note but I didn't. It was almost a relief to peel off my panties. The crotch was literally wet with my juices and I could imagine Jeff feeling and smelling my arousal on them. 

I almost chickened out in the restroom. The only thing that kept me going was that I knew that I was never going to be out of control. At any time, I could just walk back over to Jeff and say "Let's get out of here." We'd have a huge laugh about the strange magician in the hotel bar.

I exited the restroom and walked towards Jeff. He smiled, doubtless thinking that now we were going to leave. As I reached him I grabbed his right hand and then pressed the items into his palm. I saw his confusion as I walked on past him and continued back to Scott.

Scott was standing by the time I reached him, and he took my hand and led me from the bar. He walked me a short distance across the lobby to the hotel convenience shop. I could feel the air currents blowing cold on my exposed pussy, but nothing could cool the flames of my arousal.

When we reached the little store, Scott handed me a ten and told me to go inside and buy a package of condoms. My mouth hung open a second before I remembered and closed it. I walked into the store and did as I had been told. As the clerk rang me up my mind was whirling. I was not going to have sex with Scott, and I needed to make that clear to him right away.

When I left the store Scott grabbed my hand and walked me over to the elevators. I held my tongue for a moment because there was an older lady walking across the lobby and I didn't want to make a scene. The doors opened and we stepped in. The old lady got on with us and we rode up to the 9th floor in silence. 




Jeffrey's Game



We got off on Scott's floor and he walked a short distance down the hall to his door. I stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Look, Scott. This has been very, um, exciting and everything but I cannot go any further." I told him. "I am not going to sleep with you."

Scott walked back to me and grasped my hands. "I know" he said quietly. "I gave your husband the second card to my room. He's going to come up here in just a few minutes."

"Then what are we doing?" I asked him.

"I took your husband's game to the next level." Scott said. "He started with flirting and I've shown you how to take him to teasing. Now just trust me for the last step."

It was risky. I didn't know Scott really, and letting him get me alone in a hotel room was a bad idea. Also, I still was not sure what kind of game he was playing at. I have no idea why I let him pull me forward to the door. He stuck the keycard in and opened the room. Then I walked inside with him.

Chapter 3 -- Jeff

I watched Nicole for a while in the bar without really knowing what to do. She was sitting next to a guy that might have been a little older than us. As I studied him I realized that he was a pretty good looking guy. The two of them sat close like, well..., like a couple of lovers whispering in the dark bar. I decided to relax and sip my beer for a while to see what would happen.

I actually let my mind wander to the TV over the bar for a minute and when I looked back I was shocked to see my wife holding the guy tight and nuzzling her head up against his neck. Looking down I could see his big hand firmly gripping her thigh near the hip. At first it seemed like nothing too intense, but as it went forward I started to feel like things were heating up between them.

I can't understand it really, I should have been pissed but I wasn't. What I was instead was insanely turned on. My cock was so hard it was literally throbbing in my pants. I felt a cold sweat break out on the backs of my hands as I watched Nicole cuddling with this stranger. I should have gotten up and gone over there, but I did nothing. I just continued to sit and watch, my eyes drinking in every detail.

They broke their embrace after a few minutes and resumed talking. The guy broke out a pen, wrote something and handed it to Nicole. 'Finally' I thought. 'He's giving her his phone number and we can leave.' Nicole slid from the booth and headed back to the restrooms. I pulled out a few bucks to cover my beer and prepared to head home. I couldn't wait to get Nikki into our bed. I don't think I'd ever been more aroused.

Nicole emerged from the restroom and headed straight towards me. I stood to meet her. At the last second I noticed she had a funny look on her face. She suddenly grasped my hand and gave me something before she walked off to rejoin her new friend. What the hell?

She and the stranger left the bar together hand in hand. I looked to see what Nicole had put into my hand and I was startled to find her thin black panties. As I turned them in my hand I could feel that they were almost soggy with wetness. I glanced around the room to make sure nobody was watching me and then I brought them to my face. The rich scent of Nicole's aroused pussy filled my nostrils.

I hurried over to the door of the bar to see where she had gone. Peering out I was just in time to see Nicole entering the hotel convenience store. I watched her buying something. As the clerk went to put her purchase in a paper bag, I was nearly certain that what I saw was a pack of condoms. 

My wife had handed me her sodden panties and then left with a strange man to buy some condoms. The message was blindingly obvious, but so unexpected that I was struggling to grasp it. My game of harmless flirting had been totally upended. Nicole was going to go up to this guy's room and fuck him.

I realized that there was more in my hand than just the soaked panties. I found the key card that she had also handed me and when I pulled it from the paper envelope a scrap of a note fluttered to the ground. I retrieved the note and read the graceful handwriting scratched upon the paper.

Nicole would like to come up to my room with me. Wait ten minutes and follow along as she wants you to watch. -Scott

Nicole and Scott, as I now knew him, were no longer in view. They must have gone up in the elevators. Images of my wife laid back on a bed and being relentlessly fucked by the handsome man from the bar flashed through my head. I started to feel panicky. What on earth was she thinking? We'd never even discussed doing something like this before. She wouldn't really go up there and fuck him, would she? It was too crazy.

I looked at my watch. Five minutes had passed since they had disappeared. I left the bar and paced the hotel lobby nervously for a few minutes. I was undecided as to what I should do. Finally I reached my limit. I had to get up there and I had to see what was going on. I walked straight to the elevators.

The key card envelope said '907' so I pressed for the ninth floor. It seemed to take forever to get there. I exited the elevator and walked to the door of the room. I stopped to listen, but I could hear no sounds from within. With my heart pounding in my chest I reached out and stuck the card in the slot. The door beeped green and I opened it.

Chapter 4 - Nicole

Scott removed his coat and hung it up. He pulled off his necktie and opened the collar of his shirt. He pulled me over to the side of the king size bed in the room and took the brown paper bag from my hand. He pulled out the box of condoms and placed it on the nightstand before sitting on the bed. 

"Come here." He told me while motioning for me to climb onto the bed with him.

"I told you, I'm not going to sleep with you." I told him with some irritation. 

"I'm still dressed. Just trust me."

I'd found Scott to be funny and charming as well as handsome and sexy in the bar, but now he was making me feel upset and a little scared. I wanted to leave, and I think I would have except for what I had seen on Jeff's face earlier. When Scott had talked me into kissing him I had been certain that Jeff would get mad. Instead, as Scott had predicted, Jeff had been even more turned on. Perhaps he was also right that when Jeff found us here in the hotel room he'd be even more excited. Scott seemed to know more about this game than either Jeff or I did. 

This was crazy. I can only blame my arousal and my continuing, bizarre sense of obligation to my agreement with Scott on allowing him to pull me closer. Once Jeff arrived at the room this was over I resolved to myself. I would get up and leave with my husband. Scott lay back on the bed and I slowly crawled onto the bed to kneel over him. My naked pussy was hovering a few inches over his hips.

"This is a bad idea" I whispered. 

"Just trust me" Scott replied.

I was a little uncomfortable hovering over Scott and so I slowly lowered myself down until I was resting on him. His pants were going to be stained with my juices I thought. Then he shifted a little and I felt his thick hardness through his pants as it rubbed against my pussy. Scott was rock hard and seemed to be very large. I almost moaned with the friction of his encased cock rubbing my lips. This was insane. I was getting desperate to be fucked. I wanted to leave and go home to have sex with Jeff. 

By squatting lower, my tight dress had ridden up my hips. If Scott looked down he could doubtless see my naked pussy in the shadows under the hem. If someone were to come in the door behind me they would certainly be able to see my naked ass.

"Jeff might kill us both when he walks in." I told Scott. 

Just then I heard the door lock beep and the handle turn behind me.

Chapter 5 -- Jeff

I opened the door to the hotel room and took in the whole scene in an instant. Scott had removed his jacket and tie and was lying back on the bed. Nicole was straddling him with her hands resting on his chest. Her dress had ridden up from having her legs spread and I could clearly see the globes of her naked ass resting on him. I realized that her pussy was bare, spread open and pressed against Scott's groin. The box of condoms sat ready on the nightstand, an easy reach for when they were ready to consummate their tryst.

Shock overcame my initiative to do anything. Clearly Nicole had decided to take my game one giant step further. Numbly, I walked across the room and sat / collapsed onto the chair in the corner. My mind was churning with a lot of intense emotions. I felt lightheaded from fear and jealousy, but I also could not deny that I was burning with lust and arousal.

I looked into Nicole's eyes. She was studying me. I could not read her expression as I waited to see what she would do next.

Chapter 6 -- Nicole

Jeff entered the room and studied the scene for an eternity of ten seconds. I expected almost any reaction from him ranging from anger to disbelief. What I got was...nothing. Jeff crossed the room and simply sat in a chair as though he was a spectator. Just like that he accepted the situation. I was dumbfounded.

I stared at him. What was he doing? The conclusion seemed obvious, but I struggled to accept it. Jeff wanted to watch me going further with Scott. This left me with a dilemma of my own. 

I'd already told Scott that I was not going to sleep with him, and this was the absolute truth. But now that I was here straddling his body and being urged on by my husband, just how far would I go? It was a question I did not know the answer to. I didn't see any harm in rubbing on Scott a little, and hopefully that would be enough.

I gently rocked my hips forward and back. The friction of Scott's cock against my pussy through his pants felt good for a little while but soon became too much. It was too rough and too dry against my naked lips. 

I continued to look at Jeff. His stare was intense and his expression told me he was out of his mind with lust. Did I dare do as Jeff wanted and handle Scott's cock? As I watched him I slowly unbuckled Scott's belt, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I'd decided that I would just rub on him a little but that was it.

Once freed from his pants, I had a chance to examine Scott's penis. He felt smooth and warm against my palm. He was very thick and long, and the shaft was rock hard. I slid my hand lightly over his length, noting the heavy shape of the passage running along the underside from the base up to the shiny glans at the tip. I let go of him and slid my hips back over top of him.

I felt his smooth hardness part my pussy lips, and I slid my hips forward and back sliding my vulva along his length. I was soaking wet and spread my juices all over his shaft. It felt delicious. I think I may have moaned involuntarily.

As I continued to slide my pussy against the underside of his shaft, my arousal was burning all out of control. I wanted to be penetrated so bad that denying my need was almost painful. With each thrust of my hips forward I went a little further, and the tip of Scott's cock got a little closer to the opening of my vagina. I knew that if I just went another half inch and tipped my hips just so, he would pop into me. I had to be careful.

Chapter 7 -- Jeff

Nicole watched me for a long time, but I noticed that she was also lightly grinding herself against Scott as he lay beneath her on the bed. I could not believe that she was this randy and wanton. After a while I saw her unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. She pulled his cock out.

Scott's cock was very large and it looked even bigger when gripped by Nicole's small hand. I felt a moment of increased fear and inadequacy when I saw my wife holding his thick penis. She moved back over him, this time sliding her dress all the way up over her hips and out of her way. I could see his shaft lying between her lightly furred pussy lips like a sausage in a bun as she pressed herself against him.

She rocked herself forwards and back on top of him, sliding her thoroughly wet pussy along his length. After a while she started to sigh and moan softly. I have no sense of how long this went on, but over time I could see her strokes becoming longer and longer. The tip of his cock began to disappear between her lips at the end of each forward movement, hunting for her opening. 

Finally, one time she reversed herself to slide backwards and his cock did not reappear. Nicole suddenly moaned loudly as she slowly pressed herself back. I was gripped by an intense mixture of panic and ecstasy as I realized that Scott's thick cock was sliding into my wife's vagina while I watched. My wife was being fucked before my eyes and all I could do was sit there and feel my heart pounding like a trip-hammer in my chest.

Nicole finally bottomed out with her cunt pressed against his pubic bone. His cock was fully buried inside of her. She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, whether denying the reality of what she was doing or simply trying to adjust to his massive prick I don't know.

After pausing for a while Nicole started to ride him. First she slid her hips up and down, raising herself almost up and off him before sliding back down and filling her pussy again. After a few minutes of this her motion changed to one I was used to when she rode me. 

She pressed herself down against his hips and simply rocked herself forward and back. Scott's cock was churning forward and back deep inside her body while she rubbed her clit and lips continuously against his pubic bone. My wife started to orgasm on her lover's cock.

Nicole looked beautiful as she came over and over. With each climax her hips would twitch and jerk while she groaned with her release. Between orgasms she knelt limply, panting as she recovered from the exertion while still impaled on the thick penis that was giving her so much pleasure. I saw a light sheen of sweat forming on her chest from her exertion.

After a long time and uncounted orgasms, I think Scott could sense she was tiring. He gripped her body in his hands and rolled her over onto her back. He stood off the edge of the bed and pulled her to him. As he did, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He grasped his cock and inserted it back into my wife. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.

Scott stood between my wife's legs and fucked her steadily for an eternity. I actually got out of my chair and walked around at an angle behind him so that I could see better. Nicole's lips were spread wide in an 'O' around his fat shaft where it disappeared into her. I watched him alternately press her lips into her as he thrust forward and then drag them back as they gripped his shaft. Nicole came a few more times from the deep thrusting and I started to marvel at his endurance. 

Scott pulled out of her once again. I could briefly see her entire cunt after he withdrew. Her lips were completely engorged with arousal and her juices were smeared all over her vulva and inner thighs. Her vagina gaped open from being pounded by Scott's thick cock.

He urged her over to stand at the edge of the bed. She bent forward and rested on her elbows, offering her cute ass to him. Her pussy was just visible to me, a dark patch between her legs. The dimly glimpsed line of her opening between her darkly furred lips filled me with an incredible yearning to enter her. 

Scott stepped behind her while gripping his cock once again. He placed the head against her opening and slid his entire length back into her willing cunt. He started to thrust hard into her. I watched his hands firmly gripping my wife's hips to pull her body back onto his cock over and over. His heavy balls slapped against her body over and over as he started to pant. He was getting close to the end.

Scott abruptly gave a loud groan and pulled her to him roughly. He held still then as his orgasm hit. I suddenly thought of the unopened condom box on the nightstand as I contemplated Scott's cock buried deep inside my wife, but it was too late for that. He continued to groan and shook a little as he exploded inside her. Nicole moaned again as she felt his cock throbbing urgently in her pussy. I imagined him pumping his thick cum deep into her, inseminating my wife with his seed while I looked on.

Finally, spent, he pulled out of my wife and staggered back. His cock was partially deflated and a little semen drooled from the tip of it. Nicole crawled forward onto the bed and rolled onto her side. She looked at me for the first time since Scott had first penetrated her and I could see that she was afraid.

I was on fire with lust and I had no time to reassure her with words. I quickly opened my pants and dropped them to my ankles as I pulled Nicole to me at the edge of the bed. I entered her with a single thrust. Nicole stared into my eyes as I fucked her steadily.

She was beyond wet with both her own lubrication and his load. As I fucked her thick cum ran from her pussy down her ass and pooled on the bedspread. I could smell the heady mixed scent of female arousal and semen. It was driving me crazy with lust.

I only lasted a couple minutes before my orgasm literally slammed into me. I had the most intense climax of my entire life at that moment. My cock throbbed so intensely and I ejaculated so hard that the tip of my cock almost hurt with the force of it. I drained the absolute biggest load of my life into my wife's sloppy pussy.

Finally, sated, I bent down to kiss her. My softening cock slipped from her wet hole and dangled between us. After we kissed we both felt very awkward. Scott was sitting on the chair I had vacated, watching us with an unreadable expression. I pulled my pants back on, and without any discussion Nicole and I let ourselves out. 

We rode to the lobby and walked to the car in silence. Once there I opened her door and then grabbed her for a quick embrace and kiss. After a few moments Nicole broke it off and asked me to grab the tissue box from the center console for her.

I dropped into her seat while she stood next to the car, but instead of doing as she asked I placed my hands on her thighs at the hem of her dress. I slid her dress up, exposing her pussy to my view and her ass to the deserted parking lot. 

My feeling that I'd never ejaculated so much before had been correct, and my huge load of cum was running out of my wife's vagina and down her leg. The sight of it was completely erotic to me and I stared at her for several seconds.

"I can't believe you wanted me to do that!" she finally exclaimed.

"Me? I was just along for the ride. It was your play." I responded.

Nicole pulled her dress back down and we stared at each other. Both of us were thinking hard. I think we both came to the same conclusion within seconds of each other. Scott had managed to fool us both utterly. Nicole smiled at me. I stood up to give her a kiss.

"Let's go home." I told her. "It's getting pretty late for a weeknight."

I still don't know what to think of Scott. I don't know if we were his unwitting dupes or fortunate apprentices. He certainly proved himself to be the master of the game.



Jeffrey's Wedding Day



This is my warning!!! Okay, this story contains a lot of mind control and incest, but no mind control on the groom... Don't leave comments that contain a higher use of vocabulary than my stories just so you can feel superior! If you have critiques for me to see, send me constructive feedback... If you've read any of my stories you will see what usually happens in the end and know what to expect. Read my biography too first if you haven't... And although this may be a sequel, you don't have to have read the first chapter to understand this one. This actually is the third part of Jeffrey's story. I will write a story about what happens in between later. But for now, I hope you enjoy this one. 

P.S. I have more mother stories on the way. 

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Jeffrey Boyd stood staring at himself in front of the mirror. He had conquered his betrayal ways. Jeff had met the perfect woman. Stephanie had the perfect body and personality to his liking. She was a brunette, with D-cup breasts and a voluptuous body all the way down. And here he was on their wedding day. The young man couldn't be happier. He began to think of what their wedding night was going to be like. Steph, as he called her, was very good in bed. However, she was a little more on the submissive side than Jeff preferred. But soon they would be making love without any restrictions. His grin grew with anticipation as did his hard-on. 

"Excuse me, do you know where the groom is?" a lady in her mid-forties was poking her head through the door crack. "Oh wait, I found him myself. You must be Jeff. I'm Candice, Stephanie's mother. It's great to finally meet you." She strode into the room with her arms open for a hug. 

Jeff opened his arms in acceptance. He had no time to take in her appearance. Candice's large boobs were pressing against his chest and his hard cock pressed against her tummy. She was taller than her daughter. Already, he could tell that her chest was bigger too. Stephanie's mom hugged him real tight as she spoke.

"Sorry, I haven't made it to the dinners. But I knew from the way my daughter and my husband talked about you that you were meant to be in this family, and I didn't even need to see you for myself." She pulled apart from Jeff to get a better look at him. Candice had felt his hard cock pressing against her belly, her daughter had indeed told her the truth. Jeff was huge. "Let me have a look at you."

Candice took in the site before her. Jeff stood taller than her by 6 inches. He was well built, handsome and his hard-on was still noticeable. Her daughter had chosen her man wisely. 

"You must come from good stock. You will do just fine." Her hands traveled up and down his arms, feeling his muscles. "Hmmmm... I knew my daughter had good taste."

Jeff took this opportunity to take her in. Stephanie had come from good stock herself. Candice was breathtakingly gorgeous. She had no noticeable wrinkles whatsoever. His soon to be mother could've passed off as Stephanie's sister. If his wife would look like this in sixteen years, he was one lucky guy. 

Candice was wearing an old style dress. It was black with thin straps and splits down both sides of her smooth legs. She also had a white, wide brimmed hat and a long white feather boa draped over her shoulders like a mink. Her arms were covered in smooth white gloves that went above her elbows. The dress hugged her voluptuous body perfectly. But Jeff's fiancé didn't have the rack that her mother owned. Her breasts threatened to rip through her dress. There was a strap that acted like a bridge over the top of her melons extending over a V-shape triangle of tender looking cleavage. She was certainly outfitted to attract. Her husband must be getting lucky tonight, Jeff thought. Her dark brown hair extended down to the small of her back and was lightly curled. Candice's breasts must have been an E-cup, at least. It was a lovely dress, but it seemed to be small on her, only because of her massive milk-jugs.

Jeff finally looked up from her heels and noticed that she was staring at his hard-on. Pressing her body against him earlier had kept him hard still. Then he could've sworn he saw her lick her lips. 

"Mrs. Johnson? Oh good, you guys finally met. Jeff, Stephanie would like to see her mother. Sorry, I got to steal her away before you can get better acquainted." One of Stephanie's cute bridesmaids was sticking her head in through the door.

"Okay, Grace. Tell her I'll be right there." 

"Alright." Grace closed the door and left. 

"See you later Mrs.....uh... what would you like me to call you?" Jeff asked as she turned to leave. 

"Well considering that in an hour we will bes, why don't you call me mommy?" she suggested with a hinting smile.

Jeff looked at her face to see if she was serious. Stephanie's father had asked Jeffrey to call him by name. Calling her mom he understood, but mommy? Why did she want him to use the childhood name for mothers? 

"Okay." He agreed, only because he wanted his wedding to go smoothly. He would talk to Stephanie later, when she is his wife, about her mother's odd request. 

Candice stared at him as if expecting him to say more. Jeff realized what it was.

"Okay... Mommy." 

Candice smiled, "I knew we would get along." And she turned to leave. As she walked towards the door, Jeff watched her luscious ass, she seemed to add a sexy sway in her walk. When she opened the door, she stopped. "Oh I hope Stephanie isn't asking me over to her room because she might be having second thoughts. Cause I would hate to lose you." Jeff didn't necessarily understand her phrasing.

"Oh and one more thing." She stuck her head in through the door crack again. "Since we probably won't talk to each other until after the ceremony, I should warn you to put your dog on a leash. It seems to love barking at old ladies." She lightly laughed while she walked down the hall. Candice was obviously referring to his penis that was hard before and after she left the room.

This woman was really odd, Jeff thought. He hoped that Stephanie wouldn't be like her mother 18 years from now, but he did hope that she would look like her mom. 

"Stop it!" Jeff said to himself. He looked into the mirror. He could see it. The lying, cheating and horny devil in him was starting to resurface. His cock wanted inside Candice, his soon to be mother. The groom began to envision her riding his cock in his honeymoon bed, while Stephanie slept beside them, in her wedding dress. Candice had a wicked smile on her face as she was bouncing up and down on his fuck-stick, telling Jeffrey to call her mommy. "Snap out of it!" Jeff slapped himself. Finally, after sitting in a chair for 30 min. he was able to clear his head of Candice's body, and his dick went soft. 

The ceremony went off without a hitch. It was Stephanie's dream wedding. Jeff looked into Stephanie's eyes and all thoughts of her mother were gone. They kissed and became husband and wife. Although, something seemed to be amiss. Half the people in the audience were staring at Candice. All of them seemed to come from Jeff's side, his family and friends. Stephanie's side of people looked funny, almost as if they weren't paying attention. But Jeff couldn't really care, he was too happy with Stephanie.

Jeffrey and Stephanie Boyd stepped into their limo ready to move on to the reception. Jeff felt the urge to consummate their marriage early by ripping open Stephanie's wedding dress and fucking her in their limo. 

Knock! Knock! Stephanie lowered her window so that her mother could stick part of her head in. Her milky smooth cleavage was there for Jeff to see as she spoke to the two of them, "Well, it seems that the father of the bride has started the reception early. He's already wobbly, in no condition to drive. Honey, I hate to ask you to do this, but I don't have my license. And you know how paranoid I am about anyone I don't know driving my car. I need you to drive your father to the reception." 

"Mom, are you kidding? Jeff paid a fortune for this limo. I think that you could let one of Jeff's friends drive Dad, or one of mine. Make an exception for once?" Stephanie pleaded. But Jeff knew that if Candice put her foot down then that would be it. His wife had told him that her mom was very authorative and insisted that her children do as their told and they did. Then Jeff saw Candice lean into Stephanie and whisper something in her ear. It then seemed that she had her daughter's complete attention. 

"No, I've put my foot down. You are driving your father. Here are the keys. I know that you have your license inside. Make sure you grab it before you leave." Candice handed her daughter the car keys and opened the door for her. Stephanie looked into her husband's eyes for forgiveness. He couldn't believe this was happening; they were going to have drive to their wedding reception in convertible with his drunken father. They kissed and Stephanie stepped out of the car. Jeff began to follow her when a white gloved hand of his mother-in-law's pushed him back into the limo. "Ugh, ugh. If you spent so much money on this limo, then you should use it. And besides, my car is only a two-seater. At least, we can get to know each other better, son-in-law." 

Candice joined Jeffrey in the limousine. Jeff looked out the window at Stephanie, wishing there was something they could do. "I'm sorry, baby. See you soon." 

Candice closed the door and settled in across from Jeff. "We're ready driver." She said to the chauffeur while eyeing Jeff oddly. 

Jeff buckled his seatbelt and looked out the window. 

"I'm sorry about this, but we shouldn't let this ruin the day or spoil a fancy limo ride. Let's have some champagne!" she grabbed the bottle from the side panel and poured a glass for the both of them. "To new family members," Candice held out her glass, and Jeff, with a forced smile, clinked it with his and took a drink, "May we be closer than a mother and son." 

Jeff gulped at that last phrase she had slipped in there. This woman was really starting to creep him out. He didn't understand her intentions. But he was about to. 

Candice pushed her white glove covered finger down on a button and the black screen rose up that concealed the driver's view of his passengers. Jeff's eyes couldn't help but travel up and down his mother's body. Sitting in the limo with her legs crossed had made the splits in her dress bigger and exposed a lot of her smooth, long legs. Jeff suddenly envisioned the bottom back half of her dress draped over her back as she bent over the outside trunk of their limo while Jeff jack-hammered his cock inside and out of her pussy and calling her mommy. And she had a wicked smile of approval. 

Uh-oh! Jeff's cock was hard in an instant. He looked out the window again to try and forget about his voluptuous mother. The new husband looked at his watch. They had only been in the limo for 2 min. The reception was 30 minutes away, which was why they had got the limousine in the first place. Jeffrey finished his glass of champagne. 

"Here, let me pour you another." Candice took his glass and filled it up before he could object. When she handed it back to him, he noticed that the front part of her dress covering her legs no longer rested on her knee. It had slipped to the side. At his first glance, Jeff could've sworn he saw her bare pussy. "So, Jeffrey, tell me about you? What do you like? What do you want to do?" she asked.

"Well... uh those are some open questions." He replied, not knowing how to answer.

"Only as broad as you make it." She handed it back to him candidly.

"Okay... I married Stephanie, and she basically answers all of those questions." Jeff said with a proud smile for his wife.

"Do you love your wife? My daughter?" Candice asked in an inquisitive tone.

"That's a funny question to be asking your son on his wedding day." Jeff inquired.

"Don't be frightened, it's only a lead-in question." 

"Oh, well you're not one much for small talk are you?" 

"No." Candice said softly with a smile.

"Yes, I love Stephanie, my wife, very much."

"Why do you love her?"

"Hmmm, she's bright, friendly, she's beautiful, she's witty" Jeff was about to continue when Candice cut him off.

"Does she give you all you want and need?" Candice interjected. 

Jeff thought about her question for a second, and being the honest realist that he was, told her his truth of the matter, "I really doubt if anyone gets what they really want and need from another person..."

"Some people get more.... What about yourself?" Candice asked again. Jeff didn't know where this was going. 

"I suppose you'd have to ask your daughter that question." He said with a sincere smile. Candice smiled and looked at the limo floor. But now Jeff was curious. "How about you, are you that type of person who gets more?"

Candice lifted only her eyes and replied in a whisper, "Absolutely." She looked into her sons eyes. "When I get through... there is no more wanting." 

Jeff didn't know how to reply to that one. "Hmmm" was all he could muster.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Jeff found himself wanting to catch another look and confirm his first view under Candice's dress; he continued to gaze at her bare legs frequently for the next 5 minutes. There it was, her bare pussy. His mother had not worn panties to her daughter's wedding! Jeff suddenly got the feeling that he was being watched, he looked up to see Candice staring into his eyes with a wicked, triumphant smile across her red lips. 

"My, my, you are a naughty boy. Looking at your mother's CUNT." Candice said without covering up. 

"I'm sorry; it just caught my eye is all." Jeff said trying to tear his eyes away from her open pussy. 

"It seems to have caught the attention of little Jeffrey as well." 

Damn this penis! Jeff thought, it was getting him into trouble again. 

"I'm just over anxious for my wedding night." Jeff replied weakly. 

"Well that's understandable." Candice said and finally covered her vagina with her dress. 

Phew! Jeff thought. That could've been a disaster. He could swear that Candice, his mother of only 15 minutes, was coming on to him. But his quick thinking and smooth words had put a stop to that. But his cock wouldn't go down. He looked up at Candice and saw that she was staring right at it, with a look of intent. 

"Okay, I think it's only fair, that since you've seen my privates, I get to see yours." She stated bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Jeff asked to make sure he heard her right. Not again, he thought. Why did he always attract the sexiest evil seductresses? 

"Show me your cock." Candice said with an increasing look of anger. She did not like to be defied. 

"I'm sorry, Candice. But that is not going to happen." Jeff was taking control of the situation before it escalated out of his hands. He was not going to let himself cheat on Stephanie, especially with her mother, his mother. 

"I see, well, I guess you just need a little more persuasion." Candice gave an iniquitous smile while pulling her bottom front dress to the side of her legs and spreading them, completely exposing herself. One of her white glove-covered hands reached down and gently stroked her pussy lips. The other massaged her breast through her dress. Jeff's mother stuck her tongue out and moaned, looking into her daughter's husband's eyes. 

Jeff was captivated. He didn't wonder for a second if this was a joke or if this was a test and if he gave in, then Candice would tell Stephanie. He knew that this was for real. And his cock was longing to break out of his wedding tux. 

"Do you like my pussy? It looks nice, doesn't it?" Candice asked. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed so that there was a small triangular patch of brown hair above her vagina. It was just the way that Jeffrey preferred pussies. 

Jeff remained speechless. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this one; then again, he'd never gotten out of any of these situations without fucking. His mother stuck her glove covered fingers into her pussy, while moaning, and pulled them out. Her glove and box were noticeably wet. Looking into her son-in-law's eyes, she stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked her cum off of them. 

"Wanna taste of me, don't you." They weren't questions. 

Jeff finally gathered enough strength to speak, though it came out in a croak. "It doesn't really matter what I want. I can't go through with it."

"Yes you can. Stop acting like a boy. You want me. You want to fuck me. You want to fuck your hot, sexy, big-titted and dirty mother. ... And she wants to fuck you. You need to do as your mother tells you. Now... take your cock out... and stroke it for Mommy." 

Jeffrey did as he was told. He was completely under the spell of his mother now. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock nearly burst out of his boxers. Now, it was out in the open for Candice to see. 

"Mmmm, very nice. Stephanie wasn't kidding. You're even bigger than my husband." Candice began stroking her pussy again.

Jeff cringed at the mention of his wife and his father. 

"I said stroke it, Son." Candice reiterated and Jeff followed her command.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked as his hand went up and down on his penis.

"I want to fuck you. And Mommy gets what Mommy wants..." her hands began to travel all over her voluptuous body. "You love my daughter, I can tell, but not as much as you love my sexy body. Soon you will grow to love every one of my body parts more than my daughter. And we will start with my pussy. Come to Mommy now." She motioned him over with her glove-covered finger. 

"I don't think I can do this." Jeff stopped himself, and stopped stroking.

"Did I say you could stop stroking? You've got to keep your big cock hard for your mother. I know what you want and I know what you need. Stephanie told me everything. I could tell by her descriptions that you liked to be controlled, commanded and seduced. My daughter inherited her submissive side from her father. I am the ruler of my family, and you are now a part of my family, so you will do as I say. Now, get over here and SUCK ON MY PUSSY." Candice gave him a triumphant smile as her son-in-law got down to his knees on the limo floor and crawled over to his new mom and her dripping wet pussy.

"That's a good boy. Come to your mother." She spread her legs open further and gave Jeffrey open access to her snatch. "Lick my dirty cunt."

The mesmerized son extended his tongue and grazed over Candice's pussy lips. "Oh, don't be shy, dive in." Candice grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into her vagina. His tongue went straight into her fuck-hole. "Yesss, there we go. Good boy. Move it around in there. Ughhhh. Tongue-fuck Mommy! Yesssssssss..." she hissed through gritted teeth. Candice still had her hat on, along with her white gloves up past her elbows and her black dress was still covering her large tits. She threw one end of her white feather boa over Jeff's back and held his head on her mound with one of her hands while the other rubbed the undersides of her tits through her dress.

Jeff's lips closed over her gaping slit, drawing the flesh of her tender old twat into his mouth. He slipped both hands under her still round ripe ass and pulled her cunt hard up against his jaw. As his tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy and stabbed into her dilated hole, Jeff heard his mother cry out.

"Ohhhhh, yessss, Jeffrey! My Stephanie wasn't kidding. You horny little devil! Suck it! Suck my cunt! It tastes better than your wife's doesn't it? I am so much hotter than my daughter. Ugghh! I've got bigger and rounder tits, longer and sexier hair, better dick-sucking lips, a perfect hourglass figure, a rounder and juicier ass and even though I've given birth to her, I still have a tighter cunt." She let out a wicked laugh at her statement, but Jeff hardly took her words to heart. He was enjoying the taste of her pussy too much to really pay attention. 




Jeffrey's Wedding Day



Candice squealed with delight as she felt her son's hot wet tongue lapping at the quivering flesh of her juicy, open slit. Encouraged by her lusty cries, Jeff rammed his tongue all the way inside his wife's mother's tasty cunt, stopping only when his nose pressed tightly against her clit. In response, Candice pushed her cunt-mound up hard against her new son's mouth, moving her slim mature hips in time with the young man's jabbing, flicking tongue. 

When her son sucked the stem of her throbbing little love button deep into the back his mouth, Candice almost screamed with pleasure. She held onto him by the ears with both hands now and pressed his face against her squirming cunt. In turn, Jeff twisted his juice-drenched mouth from side to side, trying to burrow his delving tongue ever more deeply into her sweet, gaping cunt-hole. Jeff loved the flavor of his mother-in-law's tasty pussy. He could have happily eaten her eager snatch all through his honeymoon. 

"Such a good son. Doing exactly as his mommy tells him. Suck my cunt! Ohhh gawd! You're gonna make me cum, Jeffrey. Make me cum! Make your dirty mother-in-law cum! Yes, yes, yessss! YESSSSSSSS! FUCK YES! FUCKING MAKE ME CUM! AHHHHHH! UGGHHHHH!" she screamed out in ecstasy while spilling her juices onto her daughter's husband's face. Candice knew she would enjoy this. She lifted his face up to her and licked her juices off of him, before shoving her tongue into his mouth. Jeff readily accepted Candice's tongue and swapped his spit and her juices back and forth with her for a few minutes. 

Candice finally broke the kiss, "Now I think it's time I get a taste of my son's cock, a privilege that all mother-in-laws should have, especially the ones who are hotter and better lovers than their daughters. Now sit back on your seat."

Jeffrey did as he was told. He was through trying to resist. His mother could do whatever she wanted to him. He was her sex-slave now. Candice finally took off part of her outfit, her hat. Her long hair flowed freely now, half of it over the front part of her right shoulder. Before she sucked her son-in-law's prick though, she wanted to lay out the ground rules for him and let him know of her plans.

"Tell me, Jeffrey, do you love my pussy more than my Stephanie?" she asked.

"No. Though it is very tasty." He replied honestly. 

"Your feelings will change very soon. You will love your mother's pussy ten times more than my daughter." 

Jeff cringed at the thought because he realized that it may be true.

"You want me to possess you, Jeffrey. Take complete control of your life. And I intend to do just that. I've already begun by having you as a lover before my daughter on your wedding day. But I'm going to do much more than that. I'm going to fuck you at the reception too. I'm going to fuck you on your honeymoon as well, more than my daughter. Don't worry, arrangements have been made. My daughter and husband are too naïve and obedient to notice anything going on. I want your cum inside me at all times. You are going to fuck me and fill me at least every other day. My daughter is not going to have much of your cum if she gets any at all... She wants babies too, but she won't get them... I'll get them." She gave Jeff an evil smile.

His jaw dropped. The whole speech was hard to believe and stomach but the last part, instead of wanting to throw-up, Jeff had never wanted to fuck and fill someone with cum more in his life than he wanted to with his mother right at that moment.

"That's right. I'm going to have your babies. Your mother's belly is going to swell with your children, on multiple occasions. I'll trick my husband into thinking they're all his. And when he finally croaks, which will be in a few years, I will move in with you and my daughter. And we will raise the children together as husband and wife behind my daughter's back." Candice spoke with a malicious tone. She was evil, but Jeffrey had been turned into her puppet. 

"Now sit back, my son. Momma wants to suck your cock." She slithered over to her son and took hold of his cock with her gloved fingers. "Mmmmm, I know I'm gonna love this." 

While looking into Jeff's eyes, she took him into her mouth. Sucking with wild abandon, Candice bobbed her head up and down. She emanated slurping sounds as she slobbered all over her son's prick. Her tongue moved up and down the sides of his cock whenever she briefly disengaged. She massaged the crown of his dick when she put him inside her lips. 

"You like that don't you baby boy. You love having your sexy mother sucking your cock. Don't you?" then she resumed.

"Yessss! You're so good, Mommy! Keep sucking me, please." 

"Better than my daughter? Am I better than your wife?" 

"Yes! You're amazing. Your tongue has a mind of its own. You're a much better cock-sucker than Stephanie. Please don't stop. I'm so close." He begged her.

"Ugh, ugh." She squeezed the base of his cock to prevent his explosion. "We need to save all your cum for my pussy. You can't knock me up by cumming in my mouth. But since you're so close, we might as well fuck right now." Candice stood hunched over in the moving limo as she turned around. Her back now to her son, she grabbed the back part of her split dress and raised it over her waist. 

Candice's pussy was now exposed for her daughter's husband again, and it was dripping wet. She steadily lowered her pussy to Jeffrey's cock. Jeff's mother grabbed his fuck-stick and aimed it up towards her gaping hole. 

"Please, I can't do this." Jeff's conscience made one last plea. But it only came from his voice as his hands reached up to Candice's ass and squeezed.

"Yes you can." And she impaled herself on her daughter's husband's cock in less than a second. "Ohhhh fuck! God dammit, you're HUGE!!" Candice took a few more seconds to get used to the feel of her son's big dick inside of her pussy. "Now.... FUCK MY CUNT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YA, FUCK ME HARDER THAN YOU EVER FUCKED YOUR WIFE! That's a good boy! YEESSSSSSS!" she hissed as Jeffrey began to piston himself up into her. 

"My God!?! You're so damn tight!?!" Jeff muttered. He was near tears it felt so good. 

"That's because Mommy knows how to work her cunt. Feel that? And because my husband's cock ain't nothing compared to yours, my dear son. You're SO FUCKING HUGE, JEFF! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE! OHHH, I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR FUCKING COCK! YESSSS, FEEL MY JUICES MIX WITH YOURS, OH MY SON!" she was really getting off on this mother-son thing as she covered Jeff's penis with her feminine fluids. But their session was far from over. 

Fucking in the limo wasn't easy. Candice leaned fully back against her son, slowing down the action. Jeff's cock bent back to accommodate the position shift. Candice pulled up the front part of her dress split and felt Jeff's cock inside her pussy with her gloves. 

"Oooooooo, its perfection. We were meant to copulate. My cunt and your cock were meant for each other. And your sperm and my eggs are meant for each other as well. But tell me... what do you love more? Your wife and my daughter, or my cunt?" she squeezed her pussy walls around his cock for good measure.

"Ohhh shit! Ohhhh God, IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD." He said as Candice wasn't even looking him in the eyes. 

"That's right. Give into me. Surrender your body and soul. Love is more than wanting, it needs, and you need my cunt more than you need Stephanie now. Don't you?" 

"Yes! I need your cunt more than your daughter. I love your cunt more than I love my wife." Jeff cringed at his words, but they were true, and his mother wouldn't let him escape them as she let out a triumphant, evil laugh.

"You belong to me now, Son. You will fill me full of your potent seed ten times more than you fill my daughter from now on. NOW FUCK ME HARD! YESSSS!"

Jeff obliged her order and drove up into his mother as she leaned forward once more. But Candice's dirty mouth was far from done. 

"YOU'D LIKE TO SEE MY TITTIES WOULDN'T YOU! BUT YOU DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO SEE THEM TO GIVE INTO ME.... OHHH GAWD!... ONCE YOU'VE MADE ME PREGNANT.... UGHHH... MY TITS WILL FILL UP FULL OF MILK.... YESSSSSS!... AND YOU ARE GONNA BE THE FIRST TO NURSE FROM ME!... ERRRRR, UGHH!... I'LL NURSE YOU WHILE WE'RE FUCKING! I'LL NURSE YOU EVERY... CHANCE... I... GET! AHHHHH!" Candice screamed and came on Jeff's dick once more. 

Her bouncing slowed and Jeff responded by slowing his pace with her. His mother's cunt still held him tighter than his wife's. He truly loved it more than Stephanie. 

"Now the time has come. Time for you to solidify our special relationship. It's time for my son to cum inside his mother-in-law's cunt and knock... her... up! DO IT NOW, YOU SON OF BITCH! INJECT ME WITH YOUR BABY-MAKING JUICE!" Candice froze right on top of Jeff's cock. Her pussy completely enveloping his penis to the base. She squeezed her cunt tight around his dick, bringing him unimagined pleasure and helping him build his release. 

"OH MY GAWD! I'M GONNA CUM IN MY MOTHER-IN-LAW'S CUNT! AHHHHH..." Jeff bellowed and Candice relaxed her cunt lips grip. A torrent of sperm shot up straight into the depths of his mother's womb. It was the hardest that Jeff had ever cum in his life. It felt as if gallons were pouring out of him and into Candice's pussy. 

"YESSSSSSS! I CAN FEEL IT. YOU REALLY MUST LOVE MY CUNT TO BE GIVING IT SO MUCH SPERM. COME ON, KEEP PUMPING YOUR LOAD INTO ME! THAT'S A GOOD BOY! SUCH A GOOD SON-IN-LAW!" Candice's pussy seemed to be sucking his cum from out of his cock. It began to overflow down around his prick base and balls. 

When Jeff finally finished cumming inside Candice's snatch, he leaned back. He was exhausted. His mother fucked the energy out of him before his wedding reception. The limo stopped right at that moment.

"Perfect timing. Just like I planned." Candice purred. She lifted her vagina off of Jeff's member and adjusted her dress down over her bare pussy which was beginning to gush her son's sperm down her inner thighs. "My, my, we've made quite a mess. Listen to me carefully, Jeffrey. Do no feel guilty about what we've just done. You couldn't possibly resist me. Not only because of my sexy body, but because of my profession. You see, baby, I'm a master hypnotist." 

"What?! You hypnotized me?!" Jeff asked bewildered. 

"No, I couldn't hypnotize you. I knew that was impossible the moment we met. You're mind is too strong to let me in. But your weakness is obviously your sex drive. I knew that my body would be all I needed to claim you as mine. No one else will ever have you but me from now on, as I have just decided. Your cock is too good. And I'm a jealous woman." Candice stared into his eyes.

"Uh, excuse me that would be impossible. I have to have sex with Stephanie, my wife, once in a while if I want the marriage to work. And I do want it to work." Jeff replied. He may have needed his mother's pussy to survive now, but Stephanie gave him an emotional bond that he needed as well. But Candice gave him a wicked smile at his last statement.

"Don't worry about my daughter. While you have a strong mind, she used to have a strong mind." 

"What do you mean?" Jeff was beginning to feel angry.

"Well, living with a master hypnotist who has to control everything and everyone around them to feel comfortable for the majority of her life, it was only a matter of time before I broke her. I wore her down and took control of her mind when she turned eighteen."

"How could you do that to your own daughter?"

"I do it to everybody. A mind like yours is very rare."

"You've been controlling her all this time." Jeff was beginning to turn red.

"No, you misunderstand. She fell in love with you all on her own. I didn't influence her at all in her relationships... Once I break someone, whether it takes ten years or ten seconds, like I did with most of the people before the ceremony, I only control their subconscious. I create a word for my voice and only my voice to use when I want to enter their subconscious and give them a command. It could be a simple one, like enjoy the wedding. I can instill an emotion in them or a desire. I could even make them kill themselves, but don't worry, I'm not that evil."

"You hypnotized my family?! You were controlling them during the wedding?!" Jeff was red now. But Candice wasn't worried about him yet. She felt that she had found her equal, one that she could control, and yet still present a challenge every time.

"I am still controlling them."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"I instilled a command into each and every one of them and my family, 'have a good time today, and watch me. Do not interfere, but watch me and what I do.'"

Realizing that the command wasn't that bad, Jeff's anger stopped increasing. "And why would you tell them to do that?"

"Because I can't have them stopping my actions today. I am going to live out my fantasy. And I get off on the idea that none of them will remember what they see me do, including my daughter, except in her dreams. Her dreams will haunt her for the rest of her life, but she'll ignore them and never tell you. I'll fuck you right in front of her and have her watch my pussy suck up your cum everyday and I'll give her thoughts and visions that it was her who got fucked by her husband and got your cum Oh I love it... it sounds deliciously wicked."

"You're crazy." Jeff said with wide eyes, but a quickly hardening cock.

"Oooooo, you seem to like my plans. And I'm not crazy, just power crazed. I love seeing how far my power over peoples' minds goes. Taking away someone's free will makes me feel like a god or goddess." She smiled with evil content.

"You are not a god. And you can't control my will." Jeff began to rise, he wasn't going to let her get away with this. 

"Calm down lover. I can't control you, at least not your will. But I still have my powers of persuasion. And drastic times call for drastic measures." Candice quickly stretched the hole in her dress showing her cleavage all the way around the sides or her breasts. Her tits were now exposed for her son to gaze upon. And he was gazing.

"Oh my God!" he mouthed. 

"What do you think of my most powerful assets, Son? Would you like to hold your mommy's tits?" Candice cupped her left breast and pinched her right nipple as she manipulated her son to the point of insanity. 

His cock had never been harder in his life. "YES MOMMY, PLEEEEASE! LET ME TOUCH THEM! THEY'RE MAGNIFICANT!" Jeff begged.

Candice smiled, this was why she loved to control people. She could melt them into her mindless worshipping slaves. Jeff's mother was an evil villain. 

"Later, my pet, we've arrived at the reception." She pulled her dress back over her tits, much to Jeff's disdain, but he knew it had to be done. He grunted his displeasure and without any ease, stuck his hard cock back into his tux. 

He then realized the mess that had been left on his pants. His own juices and most of Candice's covered his crotch and thighs. He then noticed that Candice was leaking his sperm out of her pussy at an alarming rate. 

The limo stopped and he saw Stephanie coming straight towards the limo. What were they going to do? He thought.

"Don't worry, Baby. Mommy is here. All I have to do is say one word." She dipped her fingers into her pussy and scooped up a fat glob of semen onto her gloved fingers. Candice smiled at Jeff and motioned for him to open the door for her. He did and he stepped out ahead of her. Jeff ignored his wife and gave her mother his hand as she stepped out of the limo. 

"What was that about, Honey?" Stephanie asked about why he just ignored her as if he wasn't happy to see her. 

"I'll explain honey... You see, Jeff doesn't love you anymore. Your husband loves me. He loves every part of my body more than you now. Cause your mother just fucked his brains out on the way here. And here's the proof, his cum and my juices that I extracted from my full cunt." Candice smiled malevolently at her daughter as she shoved her cum-covered gloved fingers up in front of Stephanie's face.

Jeff's jaw dropped, this wasn't what Candice said she would do. She was lying to him all this time in the limo, she wasn't a master hypnotist. His mother just wanted to destroy their marriage. He could see the anger and disbelief building in his wife. He was in for it now. 

Candice leaned into her daughter and whispered into her ear, "Pussy!" all of a sudden; Stephanie's face lost all emotion. She stood there motionless, with her eyes staring straight ahead of her, but without focus. "Sorry Jeff, I had to see how she would react to that. And she will react that way if I do tell her. And I will tell her if you ever disobey me in a big way, like telling someone about my powers. But for now, watch me." She turned back towards her brainless daughter. Jeff gave a sigh of relief but was amazed at how powerful his mother seemed to be. 

"Oh my dear Stephanie, you poor thing, completely powerless to your own mother. I want you to know this before we walk in there. You will forget what you just saw and heard. You will stay in your zombie state until I break you out of it. I want your eyes never to leave your husband. You will watch him all through the reception, and all through the moment he takes me out on the dance floor instead of you and fucks me standing, well, we'll probably end up on the ground. I will accompany you on your honeymoon. You will watch every second of my honeymoon with your husband, witness me fucking him senseless on your nuptial bed. But every time we fuck you will remember it as though you made love with him instead. However, in reality, you will never touch your husband's cock again. It belongs to me now! Here, my fingers are covered in my juices mixed with your husband's cum. Suck on them for me, dear." Candice smiled knowingly that her daughter would obey. 

Jeff watched in astonishment as his wife took her mother's fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off of them without any feeling on her face or in her eyes. They were locked on Jeff however, obeying her mother's earlier command to watch him. "Honey? Can you here me? Are you in there?" he wondered. But she ignored, she couldn't hear him, she could only listen to her mother in her subconscious. Stephanie continued sucking her mom's fingers until they were clean. 

"She only hears my voice in her trance." Candice said to her son, then turned back to her daughter. "Swallow all the juices, Darling." After Steph finished gulping down her mother's and husband's cum, Candice spoke yet again, "Now follow us inside." 

Candice took Jeff's hand in her now clean gloved hand and led him in tow inside the reception hall. Steph followed closely behind. Jeff looked back at her. His wife's eyes were blank but looking into his own. "What did she ever do to you to deserve this?" he asked his mother as they walked.

"Nothing, I control all those around me. I have to. It's my spite. And if I have the opportunity to get off on it then I will make that happen. And I knew that you would get me off." She looked back and smiled. 

They entered the large room and all the people looked at the bride and groom with smiles. Jeff looked around as they made their way to the dance floor. Most of the people had stupid grins on their faces with blank stares. He couldn't believe he didn't notice it earlier. But he did observe that there were a few people with confused looks on their mugs. They were probably wondering why he was holding his mother's hand instead of his wife's. 

Once they were on the dance floor, Candice spoke to Jeff, "Alright, Sweetie, I have to go mingle for a few minutes, make sure that everyone enjoys the show. Mmmmm. Stay here, Baby. Remember, Mommy loves your cock." She gave his dick a squeeze through his pants. Some of the people still watching that were conscious were appalled. Jeff watched his mother make the rounds. He sat down and watched as she went to each person or groups of people and hypnotized them into her power and will. It took her only five minutes to have everyone smiling and all eyes on her, the groom and the bride. 




Jeffrey's Wedding Day



Candice returned to Jeff, "Well, lover, all that's left is the band. But first, give Mommy a kiss!" she grabbed her wife's husband and shoved her tongue down his throat. Jeff returned the kiss and they tongue wrestled for a minute, moaning. Then she disengaged from him and turned her gaze to the band. The she-devil walked up to the stage, "Alright boys, all eyes on me for a sec." All the band members looked at her. Yes, she was sexy, but why did she just kiss the groom? They wondered. "You all looking at me? Good. This will only take a few seconds..." Candice began to pull her dress apart and show her tits. "Desire... crave... lust... need... worship... MY BODY!" she pulled her straps aside and the band looked at her tits. Their eyes were instantly blank. Their will was no longer their own. Jeff had no idea that hypnotists could mesmerize people this way. 

Candice pulled her straps back into place and turned to look at her daughter. "See what your mama can do? I have taken complete control of your dream wedding. Fitting, since I paid for it.... Now, watch me as the band plays you and your husband's song and I won't just dance with your husband to your song... no... I will fuck him to it."

Candice pulled Jeff's hands to hers and began dancing slowly with him as the band played their song. Jeff couldn't even remember what their song was as his body was pressed into his mother's voluptuous frame. He looked around again, briefly noticing that all eyes were on them. They were smiling at them as if they were the married couple. 

"What do you think, Darling? How do you like my world?" Candice whispered into his ear. 

"I think you're an evil person. You've robbed these people, your family and my family of their free will." Jeff responded with hate building behind his eyes but his cock growing even harder.

"Yes, I have. They all belong to me now. I took their free will and made it my own. Just like your cock. I may not be able to manipulate your mind, but I have power over your dick and your desires. You still want to fuck me! Don't you, Son?" Candice grabbed his hard prick through his tux pants. 

"Yes..." he answered meekly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you."

"What's my name, Jeffrey?"

"I need to fuck you, Mommy! Now!" Jeff growled pushing her back harder against him. 

"Now? But Baby, what about all these people watching?" Candice mock toned seriousness. She had her son in complete power.

"I don't CARE!" Jeff grabbed her ass with his right hand and squeezed tight. "OHHHH, YOU FEEL SOOO GOOD, MOMMMY!" 

"But Son, what about my husband?"

"I DON'T CARE!!!" he grabbed her tit with his left hand and began groping her heavily with maddening lust.

"But Sweetie, your wife is standing not five feet from us in her wedding dress watching us. If we fuck right now, she will see everything." 

"I... DON'T... GIVE... A... SHIT!!!" Jeff pulled her straps aside and exposed her tits for everyone to see. He immediately dove into her cleavage and began slurping and slobbering all over her creamy mounds of flesh. 

"OHHHHH, YESSSSSSS! THAT'S IT, BABY! SUCK ON MY TITS! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE ME! NOW, TAKE YOUR WIFE'S MOTHER AND FUCK HER!" Candice yelped in pleasure.

Jeff whipped his cock out of his pants. His cock-head was oozing sperm at the tip, longing to be inside his mother once more and forever. Candice quickly raised the bottom of her dress up and wrapped one of her legs around him. "Hurry! PUT YOUR FAT COCK INSIDE MY CUNT AND FUCK ME!" 

Jeff obeyed his wife's mother and positioned his prick at her entrance. They plunged into each other and fucked. "Grab my ass, Baby! I'm gonna ride you standing up!" 

He held her ass as she jumped onto him and started humping on his cock in mid-air. The front flap of her dress pressed against their waists and concealed his penetration from their view, although his eyes were on her bouncing tits, and Candice was looking right at her daughter with a wicked smile on her face. The back flap of her dress hung down from her ass, touching the floor with every bounce on her son's cock. Candice yelped with glee as her daughter's husband made her cum with his huge dick inside her cunt. 

"Lay down... I want to bounce on your cock! Let Mommy bounce on your fat cock!" Candice said in a ragged breath. Jeff laid down and she sat down on top of him. Her dress flaps once again concealed his penetration. She rode him until he came inside her again. 

Candice adjusted herself as she stood up from the dance floor. Her pussy gushed the male's sperm onto his cock from the few feet separating them. Her dress flaps fell back into place and she pulled her straps back up over her large tits. She looked around for someone until she saw one of her daughter's bridesmaids, the cute one from earlier, Grace. She was Stephanie's best friend. 

"Clean his cock off with your tongue." Candice commanded her as she walked to the stage. Stephanie's friend obeyed, kneeling on the floor and slurping all over his dick until it was glistening only with her saliva. "Ladies and gentlemen..." Candice took the microphone. "Thank you for coming, that's enough, dear." The bridesmaid stopped and stood up. "You can all leave now, once you exit those doors you will wake up and forget everything that happened here. You will remember it as though it all went as you had hoped... Now if you don't mind... I have a son to fuck on his honeymoon." She smiled at Jeffrey. 

And so the rest of his life went as his mother wanted. She fucked him on the plane with her daughter sitting next to them and all the passengers under her spell. They fucked all through the honeymoon. Candice was pregnant weeks later. Stephanie thought that all the children her mother had were hers. Stephanie spent most of her life in her subconscious, never able to do anything about her mother and her husband fucking each other everyday and having a total of seven children. And through it all, Jeffrey Boyd was finally truly happy.